stranger in you

 

i find a stranger in you,

standing where our hearts used to be.

your face is familiar,

but your eyes don’t wait for me anymore.

i find a stranger in you,

speaking in a tone i don’t recognize,

saying my name like it’s just a word,

not a place you once shared your life in.

i find a stranger in you,

and everything we were

exists only in the past tense,

and i don’t know why i keep tripping over it.

i search for myself in you,

the version of me you once knew.

but you look past it,

past me,

as if loving me was something

you already finished doing.

it hurts more than losing you,

seeing that you’re still here,

but unreachable.

alive,

yet emotionally gone.

i don’t hate you.

i just don’t know who you are anymore.

and maybe that’s the goodbye

i kept refusing to hear.