All I did was pick up your picture -your picture that sits on my ledge, unnoticed, that often gets dusty and instantly I felt the flooding of 7000 questions that I wished you could answer.

I feel like I’m losing you which feels like losing part of me. I want to tell people but how, when I can’t recognize it myself.

If I lose you, I’ll lose me.

But I know, you would have had all the answers, not bc you were perfect but bc you knew me. Bc it was you, YOU, WHO KNEW ME BEST.

You would have answered in the exact way that I needed.

Not that I would’ve understood at the time but now I know I would have later.

I always eventually did, later.

But later is now. So now I know I would absorb everything. I would have hung on every word…

…like I do now to anyone that reminds me of you.