I think of you daily
I think through your eyes the most
what it was like for you to end
what you would do
what you thought of me
the more you are with me,
the more it feels like I lose you
I remember your face and words
so frequently I worry
that my internal game of telephone
replaces your creation
with my own impression
every time I think of your voice
it sounds more like my own
and every time I think of your hope,
it sounds more like my grief.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 12:04 AM UTC
I think of you daily
I think through your eyes the most
what it was like for you to end
what you would do
what you thought of me
the more you are with me,
the more it feels like I lose you
I remember your face and words
so frequently I worry
that my internal game of telephone
replaces your creation
with my own impression
every time I think of your voice
it sounds more like my own
and every time I think of your hope,
it sounds more like my grief.