If there is no sound in space, how can I hear all the words you’ve ever said to me echo against my body like meteorites shaping another world? I’m millions of light years away leaving me with the thought that you’re long dead, but honey you’ve always been that way.
I don’t know if I miss you, honestly. We were so good but that was in the past, and we all know the past only exists in the tangible items and scars from that moment. I’ve gotten rid of the things from that time and my scars have faded, but I have to admit that you somehow you slip into my mind every so often. I’m not even sure who this is to anymore, we don’t even talk. It’s like you’ve left, more than left actually, it’s like all your being turned, collapsed on itself like a star, only to leave a black hole.