I, the Antagonist

I can recover every trace
That she had left to him.
Every single detail and simplest thought
of how she used to be a part of him,
and I think she is still.

I don't know if he just seem not to care
or the events brought him into something like this.
I feel like I am less important.

His day would perfectly end up without me.
How unfair; he will be sad without her.

I could not determine
in which place should I should stand still.
The last stuff that could point out to me
does not seem to conclude my misery after all.

He seem not to listen no more.
His pride is a lot of feet above him,
while he can let it fall into the ground
if it was she who is involve.

Yes, I am the known.
But it feels like
I am the greatest secret
for I could no longer feel my space that much.

I don't deserve this.
I do not ask much,
just an assurance for me to hold on
and take a strong grip.

I do not ask for everything,
just a feeling that I exist.

Very soon enough,
I would let myself get enough of this misery
and would decide to finally give up for the first time.

That would be an another first
in my whole existence on earth
just because of him.