I Left My Heart In Places, Forgot Every One Of Their Faces

You are gone, but somehow, still here, and to me that doesn't seem fair. It doesn't seem fair that I can't find you, or that I don't even know where to look. You're gone, and I should be okay with that, it's been so long, but I'm not okay. I don't have a number or an address, and even if I did, what would I do with it?

You always said that I should write, that it was good, that it made you feel something, well do you feel something now? The chances that you are reading this are practically zero, and even if you were, what would you do with it? How would you know I was talking about you, and even if you knew, why would you care? I told you I stopped caring, but I didn't, and I thought about you for a long time, and then for no time at all. But here you are again, in my mind, and maybe it's just nostalgia but I miss you and if I could, I would have stayed, I'd never have left because I was your rock and you were mine, and somehow that became too much, so I let go.

I was scared to let you back in, you seemed to be everywhere I was and I couldn't take that. So now I'm the one on the other side, searching for you, wanting to get back in, but I won't find you and you won't read this and I'm not really okay with that.