And sometimes, when it’s late at night,
and my mind wanders,
I bump into you…
and sometimes, I let it slip in.
And it hits me.
It’s like a pinch in your chest,
your heart skips a beat.
And in those little deaths,
I miss you.
But I don’t miss who you are now,
the world shifts, corrupting everything.
And you are you, but not ‘my’ you.
And I am me, but not ‘your’ me.