I know when you stare at me,
It's her eyes you see.
But I'm not her.
And I'm not what you're searching for.
I've fallen in too deep.
So deep that I'm willing to give up everything.
But I'm afraid.
Afraid of how easily you'd throw it all away for her.
To have her in your arms.
To feel again.
To love.
For her,
You'll give us up.

I'm only but a tiny fragment of your memory.
Like a spec of dust.