Let me tell you something.
Even as I sit here alone
away from everything
that reminds me of your existence
[that street we used to walk down,
the variety store I saw you at on New Years,
and the restaurant you used to work at],
I think of you.
And when I close my eyes
to escape all of my realities
[such as you ending things
and making
the something we had
seem like nothing],
I involuntarily recreate
memories of you.
The thing that I've realized
about life is that
almost everything changes.
The seasons, the tide, the moon
and I know inevitably
that you are changing too.
Yet the only thing
that seems to have remained constant
are my thoughts of you.