I see him. I admit, it makes me miss him. I admit, it makes me miss our days. I see him in Canada, far away. Someone I no longer know. I see myself in Jeddah, far away. Someone I no longer know. I feel the cold mornings, I feel the emptiness that crawls into me. I feel the strings detaching themselves from him. I feel the heartache becoming a regular feeling. I see him. I admit, it makes me miss him. I admit, it makes me miss our days. I see him in Canada, far away. Someone I am no longer in love with, someone I am no longer with. Someone I doubt I know. I see myself in Egypt, not so far away. Someone I am learning to know, someone I am falling in love with. Someone without him.