posted February 1st, 2021

I've heard so many people say that losing the person they loved was like losing a part of them.

But heck-

for me losing you wasn't like losing a part of me.

Heck, you WERE me. I was you. We were the same person.

we were so connected that I didn't know where you ended and I began

your thoughts were mine. Your life was mine.

to the world, we were two people. but deep down, we were one.

Like the moon with its multiple phases.

Like all the water in the ocean.

Connected. Forever and ever.

No end.

No end whatsoever.

And then

Gone...?

Gone.

    Gone.

... really gone.

Vanished in thin air like you were never there before. Out of my life, out of sight. My life didn't have a *touch* of you anymore. You're like all the strangers I pass on the street. They exist.

But their existence doesn't really affect my life.

         a stranger...

Why did I think of a stranger when I tried finding a metaphor?

is it because we're bound to be strangers?

Is it because... we have already become stranger? 

-S. Trig