Am I only here to erase his remembrance?
Just a tool you hold
to forget what he once did?
You said you loved me when we first met,
yet you never wanted with me
what you were with the one you left.
Still—you said you loved me.
I saw your eyes gleam
when you saw him,
when someone spoke his name.
You always look back, hoping—
even when hope is only wishful thinking.
So I wonder, every time you look at me:
do you see me,
or the absence of someone else?
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 9:19 PM UTC
Am I only here to erase his remembrance?
Just a tool you hold
to forget what he once did?
You said you loved me when we first met,
yet you never wanted with me
what you were with the one you left.
Still—you said you loved me.
I saw your eyes gleam
when you saw him,
when someone spoke his name.
You always look back, hoping—
even when hope is only wishful thinking.
So I wonder, every time you look at me:
do you see me,
or the absence of someone else?
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