i tell myself i do not miss you.
i have to tell myself something,
otherwise you're telling it to me from the corners of my mind.
and maybe its a lie
not maybe, i know it is

one day i'd like to know whose words are coming from my mouth
the endless question
are they my words
or yours
still haunts me every single night

and in a way
i'm afraid
that if your words don't come out
i'll have lost my last connection to you

and then who am i?