I miss everything I had before
this.
Everything that made me feel like
me.
Everyone who contributed to
us.

We're separated in a web.
A delicate spiders web that could break with one swift movement.
The spider can spin new strands and put some strands back together.
But it won't feel the same.

I miss talks I thought meant
nothing.
Talks that were taken for  
granted.
Talking and listening and laughing and crying with
you.

We're distanced from each other.
Our words come through like tin cans and string.
Who will cut the string that holds on tight?
Which one of us will reconnect it?

I miss the faces I can
remember.
Faces that I could see
smiling.
Eyes I could see lit or spilt with
tears.

Now I just see myself.
In the mirror but like a projection.
Portraying myself in what was called my life.
Looking through the matter that used to hold me together.