The Ex Factor

I can feel that hidden love pour from you
With every squeeze of my arm and every hug that you steal
Your fingers say what you don’t dare
Fearful of the confirmation that exists
In the unspoken realm of past regrets

The torture you must have endured
When the phantom of my words
Spoken at the moment of our parting
Haunted true, echoing in your ears
“I would have loved you, so much.”