Rooms Full of Memories...

So you're gone and I'm left with memories as my companions...
Did it hurt that you spent your last night here with someone else in your arms? No. But it hurt to see my gifts to you left on the shelf. Did it phase me that I had to sleep next door to both of you? No. But it killed to find my letters to you in the garbage the next day. Did I spend an agonizingly long night thinking about you leaving? No. But it tore me apart to see that you had banished every trace of me from your life.
I conquered my fears. I rose to the challenge before me. But I didn't see this around the corner.
I promised myself I'd part on friendly terms, but you said you didn't care. I told you it mattered to me, you simply shrugged.

in the distant past I have vague memories of a time when it meant something to you... but I guess that was long ago... And I'm still standing in the rain, waiting for somebody to come take me home.