I was sitting in my now hollowed out room
emptied for the transition to our new house.
There were memories.
Countless jokes, tears, fascinations, and obsessions.
To leave them all behind would be a crime,
so i sat there trying to remember  every second, letter,
music note that ever existed in that room.
Surprisingly i came up with only one word.
You
You were the only thing i could remember about myself.
As if you created  my entire being.
Maybe you did.
Maybe all there is to me is you.
*Maybe thats why i feel so empty now that you're gone.