It’s a strange feeling, to be in the same city as you, yet not be able to see you.
It’s a strange feeling, to be in the same city as you, yet not be able to see you. I’m surrounded with memories of the last time you held my hand, in this very apartment. The last time we kissed under that tree. The last time we said goodbye on that doorstep. I see you everywhere. I see you in that man that has the same haircut you used to have, the one whose laugh sounds exactly the same as yours, the one wearing the plaid shirt I swear you own too. When did everyone start looking like you?