I perused your pictures
I got rid of the one we had.
You knew that.

I do this thing, I realize,
Where I get homesick
For hearts that I thought were similar to mine

If we were really present,
In this reality that we call home,
I'd remember the heartache
the hurt
the harsh words
the pain
the misery
the mixups
the ***
the lackthereof

And I'd remember that the "you" I'm recalling
Is not you,
but in the quaintest reality,
the person I had hoped I was dating.

And I'm at this weird impasse,
staring at your pictures,
Realizing that I'm staring at a person
I never really knew,
and worse,
a person that never knew me.