No one feels like you, I say this as a wave of sadness floods my heart, the fog grows stronger and paints the sun in blue, a fake moon.
I took the wrong train and changed at your old stop, a wish to find you came, though that wish is not new, nor strange, it's part of me now, every place I pass by, every blue bike, every cap, any green or teal, any black Reebok shoes...
The realization that 5 out of 8 years of being in this strange land was with you cuts deep somehow. And as I go to Ikea I remember us, I remember us as I go everywhere. If I could find you here, I'd spend every waking second standing at the door, just to be able to see you pass by, and I saw your double at Bauhaus, accompanied, like most people, but I know no one accompanies me as you used to, our silence, our peace is what I miss the most.
Now I'm planning my visit home and my own land is painted over with memories of you, as sweet as rain in spring, melancholy. I'm longing for your arms, the sounds of your voice, my head on that place on your body which was made for me to rest on. Nobody feels like you and even with the best of friends, those who give me all I ever wished for, I miss our silence, our love.
I hope you know what we had was special, I hope you know that for me it is as big as the sun. Thank you for opening your heart to mine, I'm sorry I turned back to darkness so soon, or so late.