You still exist.
In every short glances at places that holds a piece of what we had.
In the lingering memories that chases me when passing by memorable places, unplanned.
In every slowed down walk to look back as I relive the moments in my mind.
In countless blinking of my eyes as I can see the two of us standing there side by side.
You still exist.
In the things where your touches remained.
In clothes I remember I wore whenever we met.
In shoes i used that touched the ground as we walk at the same moment.
You still exist.
In every words that comes from other’s mouths.
In every silence after a good laugh with the crowd.
In every story they are telling me about.
You still exist.
Somewhere between the lines of a good book.
In short clips of movies that left me hooked.
In paintings that reminds me of you, making me unable to unlook.
You still exist.
I can read a new book with a theme I’ve never read before, yet, I can still find pieces of you between the lines.
I can listen to horror stories, yet you’re still the one that comes to mind at a certain word that catches my ear.
I can look at unfamiliar paintings but somehow my brain can find a way to have you remain in my mind.
I can always start to do things that isn’t connected to you even a little.
But somehow, I just find my mind full of you.
It feels like you filled the whole world a part of you as an evidence that you once existed.
Somehow, there’s always a part of you.
In everywhere. In everything. You still exist.
