When you remember us
does the ghostly figure of someone I used to be sits still in its old forgotten home?
Your heart had somehow captivated me.
The old me is locked to the old you,
And although we aren’t the same,
Our old souls tangle together as best friends, without our acknowledgment anymore.
Although the hole in my heart is filled with those two souls holding onto memories that were once ours, I think they may be enough to keep my tears from streaming.