I thought I was getting better.
Then yesterday,
a song came on
while I was doing something stupid,
something normal,
something that had nothing
to do with you.
And suddenly
I couldn't breathe right.
I had to stop.
Because there you were again.
In a song.
In a memory.
In a version of my life
I can't get back.
And now I cry
at the weirdest times.
In the shower.
While making tea.
At 2 in the morning
when the world is asleep
and I finally stop pretending.
I don't cry because
I want you back anymore.
I cry because
I miss the person
I was with you.