You look like him,
but you're not him.
Your presence doesn't matter,
because you're not him.
Do I miss you?
No, but I miss him.
You seem to know me,
but I don't know you.
Did you kill him or did I?
It's a mystery we will never know,
because sometime in May, he died.
We do not share a memory,
We did not share a bed,
We did not share the endless kisses and hugs,
In simple words, you and I, we don't have a history.
If I talk about him, it's not you that I talk about.
If I think about him, it's not you in my mind.
If I save his pictures on my phone, don't be afraid, it's not you that I am seeing.
There is no need for you to avoid me,
There is no need for you to run away,
I don't know you to notice you,
Because your presence and face is not that matters,
But his absence that mattered until I figured you're not him.
I don't wait for you because you're not him,
But I also don't wait for him because it's true he's gone to a world where I can't be.
Today, I find him in the pictures we took.
I find him in places I missed him the most,
I find him in the dreams I constantly have about him,
I find him in the plans we built,
I find him in the tears I cry to sleep because I miss him.
I find him in the daylight and the stars at night,
I will find him in my 1st birthday without him,
I will find him in my heart, a place you will never be able to replace him.
I will find him in the christmas tree,
I will find him in the cards he made for me,
But most importantly, I will find him in all the good memories that you erased from him.
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