"The love stories that don't start, never end,"
I read this somewhere the other day.
I don't know why I started to laugh hysterically
Because suddenly I was wondering
If it meant this longing for you will never stop Consuming my mind and soul.
And then I started to talk to it as if it were you,
I joked saying "Well, at least you seem to know what you're talking about unlike the vague bullshit his Korean horoscope spattered about me during one of those perfect days."

Then the other day I was wearing the jacket you held once on a gloomy day,
And I asked it, "Do you like it better when you're on my shoulders, or when he held you so carefully.
What a lucky bitch, he held you longer than he ever held me".

One time I started to talk to the chocolate bar I got you hooked on,
Saying "I wonder if he's still eating you, I wish I knew which flavor he likes better now."
I talked to your favorite milkshake once too,
Complaining "You don't taste as good as you used to."

Yup, talked to a building too, "He asked about you when we were passing by, don't worry I didn't say anything ugly."

Wondered about you with your favorite song as well,
"Hope he's doing great, eating healthy and staying positive".
I don't know why sometimes I feel like I can sense your moods no matter where you are.
Maybe that's a part of the reason I think you're my other half.

I talked to the movie we watched together too, "I don't know why when I'm watching you without him, I don't think I like you much."

I talk to places and objects and my shoulders too,
I talk to alcohol, your favorite food and crayons,
But only you'd know why.
I discuss you with fish, the Moon and my notebook
That you grabbed one day and started to sketch inside it out of nowhere.

I talk to mirrors, cherry blossom flowers, lamps, billboards and paintings about you,
I even talk to stray dogs, although I'm a cat person.
It's just that my thoughts never stop including you in their history and future schedule.

I talk to my phone most though and always about you.
It's probably the only thing that knows how my my heart bleeds when I am scrolling through my memories.

I talk to everything that reminds me of you
And it's almost every single thing.
But the funny part is that I'm talking to Saturdays, too,
Counting how many have passed since I last saw you.