The day bares significance still,
My mind anticipates its coming,
the day finally comes,
and I do nothing but mindlessly stare at the sliver of memory of you that is left inside of me…

Unlike what I thought at that time,
you, or rather the memory of you, is dissipating,
to the point that the idea of your actual existence come to me as a surprise sometimes.

I still, from time to time whisper your name,
followed by ‘really hurt me’,
for even if your memory is fading, the traumas remain.

I find myself wondering less and less of what has become of you,
I hope you’re better, healthier, and most importantly, healed,
for healing is what comes to mind when I pray for you.

Years ago, I had it within me to action the anticipation that came with it.
Now, all I can do is remind myself that the day has come and that its meaning has in fact been stripped hollow, just as the insides of me after I have suffered from you.

This day will pass, and – if something else happens – I’ll find myself looking at the calendar and from time to time wait for it to come one more time, and with it its void.
I do wish that that something else would happen and for the void to be filled, but that something else need to find me, and I am not doing a good job in putting myself out there to be found…

Maybe I am someone else’s someone else…
Maybe fate will make the elses meet…
Maybe – until further notice – I am my someone else…