I cannot believe I still love you

Our songs play on repeat, whether I want them to or not is up for debate. I listen to each word, every note, basking in the memories of us singing them together. Or you squeezing my hand just a bit tighter. And I sit with a smile, molded to the shape of the days of you.

I ask for a sign, and your favorite song plays. The aches have passed. I stand again, on my own, with my back straight just like you taught me. I climb mountains, surpassing my fears just like you showed. Taking new steps in directions I never thought possible for me, just as you said I could.

I pray to a god I am not sure is there, wondering where you are. Musing on whether you found your peace, or if the search is still on. Curiosity always got the better of me, yet; my hands can never reach you. Though the embrace of a divinity seems to hold them tight. My favorite song rips me right back to my mortal coil.

I stare at the sky, looking for the star with my name upon it. You gave to me that gift, granted me a piece of the only divine I truly know. Each passing night, my heart grows towards the light of the stars. A song entangles my bones, grounding my form to the earth. Are you looking at the same sky as I?

Your favorite songs play on repeat, I’m not sure I meant for that to happen. I sing all the words, hoping to fill the gap that your voice should fill. I hum the tune. What should I do with this gift you’ve left for me? Your favorite songs have made a home within me, and my favorite song is your voice; a melody I haven’t heard in some time. Life is too short to not hear that sound once more.

Life is strange without your tune. That lovely song. The beautiful harmony. I thought I was moving on from that chorus, what I wouldn’t do to hear it again. I cannot believe I still love you