You're not here anymore…
not like before,
not in the way
you used to be.
But you're not gone either.
Because I still hear your voice
in random moments,
I still remember
the way you said my name.
I still catch myself
re-reading old messages,
as if somehow
they'll feel new again.
You left physically,
but emotionally…
you stayed.
And that's the hardest part.
Because how do I move on
from someone
who still feels present
in everything?
You're in my thoughts,
in my habits,
in the little things
I didn't realize mattered.
I don't know
if this is love anymore,
or just memory
refusing to fade.
But whatever it is…
it still feels like you.