there are songs I cannot listen to,
stories I cannot read,
places I cannot visit,
people I cannot speak to,
and things I cannot do
without traces of you
blended into it.
every beat of the rhythm is your laughter.
every page is another part of our small narrative.
every place is a time we felt so right together.
every person is another cheerful memory.
everything is a reminder
of things I wish we could have again.
do you feel this too?
that things aren't the same without me?
or was I so insignificant
that it doesn't really matter?