I used to wake up next to you,
But now my concrete eyes struggle with your absence.
All that’s left is empty space,
Space that pronounces the void of you.
A physical being no longer,
Yet you follow me,
And you stalk me.
You mimic my every action.
You’re the dummy, and I hold the string.
Step by step, and step by step.
Then why do I envy you?
You won’t escape my psyche.
I try, and I try,
But you’re a fragment of me now.
The me that isn’t me, but is;
The missing link to unceasing affection;
The alleviation of my saudade*.
(*feeling of longing or nostalgia)