Beyond the Right to Know

I no longer feel you with such intensity,
you've taken away that right.

Am I speaking like a terrible fool?
You never gave me that right—
how then could you take it away?

I no longer hold you close out of habit,
you had already left before that.

Have I remained only in waiting?
You never came near—
how then could you disappear?

Now even your slightest tenderness
fails to stir my wounded pride,
you had already forgotten me before that.

Did I only search for myself in you?
You never loved me well—
how then could you ever touch me?