It’s funny…

It’s funny how you look back,

People you once couldn’t live without,

They’re no longer around,

Now just a memory.

It’s funny how the memories can still come alive,

Each one a testament of what,

you’ve been through,

What you’ve done,

How you evolved,

Where your strengths and weaknesses started.

It’s funny how I can still remember you,

How you felt around me,

How you smelled,

Your favorite flower,

Though messages have long since gone silent,

And seeing you is almost nonexistent.

It’s funny how a town, 

we once seemed to always see each other,

Becomes the same place you never are,

Memories left only I see,

Because they’re only in my head,

That’s all they are now,

Strangers.

It’s funny how your whole body acts as though it’s in a war zone during goodbye,

The final goodbye,

The one where you and me,

Is now me apart from you.

How the memories of ideas of a future,

That not only never happened,

But it was just that,

A fantasy my mind put up,

Because I thought you were forever.

A beautiful,

Perfectly colored,

Shiny, 

brightest of all,

Painting my head created because,

You held my heart.

You were all my body thought it needed,

Suddenly torn to shreds,

Ripped from its frame,

Leaving a wound.

I have to tend to it so it doesn’t fester,

Taking careful time,

Cleaning it gingerly,

Until I think about it,

And it’s funny,

How you went from everything,

To suddenly returning to strangers.