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)

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