Loving Me By Accident

When you look at her like tou still love me!!

You look at her like you still love me,
like your eyes forgot the script you rehearsed.
Your mouth says her name,
but your silence still answers mine.

I see it in the pauses you don’t explain,
in the way your hands hesitate—
as if memory still lives there,
warm and uninvited.

She gets your present,
but I haunt your reflexes.
Every glance is a confession
you don’t know you’re making.

And maybe you don’t love me anymore—
not in the way love stays.
But some part of you remembers
how it felt to mean everything.