If only...

If you only knew how much it tortures me to see you
hear you
in the other room.
Not being able to be with you when you are right there
because you find those things to be more important than me.

I read your old letters today.
Made me cry.
I remember how much you used to love me.
At least you said you did.

I wrote a letter today too.
It was to our baby.
I will always remember how much I love it, and wanted to.
Do you?