You were my person.

And, I believed I was yours.

Today it seems like a lifetime ago and in a different space that I may have known you. And, you, me.

I wish that you may remain in the past - where you belong. And, yet, every time life takes a turn, I look by my side - I look for you. And, I realize, how much harder it is to put you locked up in the past. I wish to forget you. I wish to not look for any one, especially not you, by my side. The void I find when I look, hurts. But, it hurts more that I am still looking - at the void. The void. That was once my person. That was once you.