I can read a line in any book without thinking about you.

It could be saying something about windshield wipers
and I'd think about how everyday passes by as mundane
as that now that I don't have you to go on adventures with.

It could be saying something as a comparison between an apple and an orange
and I'd think about how you were always there for me,
always being the bruised apple on the pavement
so that I'd land softly and how if someone made you angry,
you'd burst like the orange splitting and imploding
from your hand holding it too tightly.

It could be talking about the disconnection between the ocean's movements
and the moon rising and I'd remember that even though we were drawn to each other,
you never reflected the same light in my eyes when I looked at you
as you looked at me which I realized and began pulling away again.

The line in the book could read,
"Then she tried to keep her balance but ended up falling off the fence."
and all I'd see written on the page are the words,
"I don't think I ever really loved you."

I could read any line in a book and it'll all still lead back to you.