dear you,

i fear i don’t know who i am anymore.
when i ask myself those very words, “who am i”, your name gets echoed through my bones like it’s mine too.
you’re no longer mine,
it seems my heart
and whatever’s left of my soul
refuses to accept it.

my soul keeps me half awake at night
still awaiting your call.
just awake enough to notice
if my screen lights up.

and my heart,
broken as ever,
holds on to the hope
that someday
you’ll want me again.

i think that hope
is what keeps it beating
and is why it’s not shattered
into fragments of
what we once were
what we weren’t
and everything we’ll never be.