i talk to her like she's you, but she's not.
we don't talk from good morning to good night the way we did
even if i try.
i don't have the same desire to.
i don't rush to her to talk through every emotion.
she wouldn't get it.
and she's sweet, too, and older than me
and thinks to ask how my day is
and she really cares and remembers things about me.
half the time i can barely remember her name,
i just want to say yours.
i know that makes me horrible.
but the hole in my life is so large it begs to be filled
with anything that closely resembles the shape
of you.
but i don't love her the way i loved you.