Seeing your face does not mean much to me anymore
you are your own person after all, you are not his spitting image.
But your presence is enough to revive his spirit, if only for a short while
and once again I see all of the joy he made me feel
I see all of the laughs, the hugs,
and more than anything I see what my future could have been.
You make me think of him being proud of me
and leave this ****** bittersweet emotion laced into my blood.

But when I leave you, my perspective shifts.
I see all of the loss, I see his bones crumbling and his hair falling,
I see all of his pain all over again,
and recognize all that I've done that would disappoint him.
I remember that he can't be there at any milestone of my life
and how much I still need him.
I see all of those faces, over and over, promising me he'd be proud
with pity in their eyes all over again.
When you leave me, I lose you,
and I lose him all over again.

You are in no way his spitting image,
I'm not sure how similar you both are anymore, actually.
But I can't see you without seeing him.
Without thinking of nothing but him.
And I can't let you leave
without losing him all over again.