part of you follows me 

though not as a shadow

not as a memory

not as a though

more so of myself. 

the reflection i see

the creases, cracks, crevices, 

my voice, vendetta, vacant mindfulness

for when i see myself, i see you. 

the collection of light fragments

encompassing my face

display the features of your own

lost within the perception of space

i do not recall the sound of your laughter, approval, or tone

i do not recall, perhaps i have let go. 

though i despise what and who you are now

i grieve what i do not recall.

whether naive or splendidly stupid,

i lost a part of myself when i gained the image of you.

is this my chance to learn and leave?

part of me wishes to flee 

the other remains entranced by the idea

the idea of pain and remaining your savior

for i denounce the existence of you within my mind

yet that is all i see;

a glimpse of you

is me. 

perhaps, i have let go.