The Stanger I Remember

The Stranger, I Remember

Two months away, from two years together,

I should feel a stronger pulse of who filled those years,

But I don't.

It's as if his name never leaves my mind,

But the couscous memories are sparse and far between.

As if I knew he was my whole heart for two years,

But the feeling of that isn't recognizable anymore.

As if I can go one day feeling still in love with the person I knew,

Even though we haven't spoken.

But then the next day,

The life we shared merely only exists on video.

Every time I have a good day and want to share it with someone,

I’m getting to the point of realizing that will never be with him.

And that it’s okay.

How I miss the comfort I felt from his love and trust,

But I sleep in my own bed on my own,

Just as comfortably.

Wondering if they’ll be a day where his face and name are unrecognizable,

And the Macaroni and Cheese and Dorito bags at the store won't be a trigger.

Where I won't hold onto anything for who he was for me,

as if he's a stranger I vaguely recognize.

When I look back at the video’s I captured,

I smile at how we felt together,

The love we had between us.

But I no longer hold that moment near and dear,

Because I know when I left, we weren't that,

And that's okay.

Because with how I see myself healing now,

I know who he is, will always be a piece of me,

But who he is now,

will be like a stranger I remember.