What do I call them?
Strangers with shared memories,
Or acquaintances who were the cause of every laugh,
What do I call them?
Won’t it hurt to start over all again?
To mold another new soul,
To be the one closest to me.
To go from deep conversations,
To aimless chatter that doesn’t reach the soul.
To start over all again,
And be vulnerable to someone new,
And tell them enough about you,
So that I wouldn’t have to explain every tear, every laugh,
Because they knew me better than I do.
Isn’t it nostalgic?
In every laugh I am reminded,
Of those wonderful days where we laughed together.
With every word I am reminded,
Of how they used to say it,
Our joyous laughter, Our secret melody,
Which only we knew.
Every single day, every minute,
A shadow of someone I once used to know follows me.
A shadow I can’t live without,
But a shadow that haunts me.
The truth is,
Loneliness is not my biggest challenge.
New people will always come,
But they can never fill the void in my heart.
To feel so deeply is both a blessing and curse.
Blessing, because I lived the best moments of my life with them.
Curse, because I know I will never live them again.

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