Now you are a stranger whose laugh I can't recognize anymore.
I can't remember your smile or what it was like to be loved by you.
But I can remember all the details of you. I
remember your favorite color, TV show, and movie. I
remember your fears.
You are a stranger in my life.
I can't run to you when something good happens, or hear you being happy for me when I accomplish something for myself.
I can't call you to tell you how my life is going.
But I wish I could.
I wish I could call you one last time, hear your laugh for the last time, see your smile for the last time.
