Your scent is no longer on the sweater I stole from you.
It just hangs there, reminding me of the old self you were. Your true personality. I can't help but keep missing you until we meet again.
Yet, when we meet I remain with the same feeling.
Because I'm missing the person that used to be you.
The real you.
The you that I fell in love with.
I stare at you hoping that grin will come back, but no.
You've become neutral.
Drifted from the colorful world most people see.
DEPERSONALIZATION is probably what happened.
YOU ARE READING
Pep talk
PoetryThe words you once hear in the conversations of others. The sounds that you remember when you sleep. The memories you encounter when you stare. remember?
