Yesterday I found that picture of you I always loved so much
even though you swore you've looked better elsewhere.

Today I found something you wrote for me a long time ago.
You left it behind forgotten and alone when you decided to
move out and get on with your life.

And tomorrow I think ill look for your brother's address
and write to him asking how you are. I will apologize
for never meeting him properly and for making him
just another middle man. I will sincerely hope that all is well
in both your worlds.

And maybe if he writes back I will get your real number
and give you a call.

You've been gone too far away for way too long
and I am beginning to miss everything.

Even the parts of you that I used to hate