it's been six months since we've said goodbye
i don't know why i kept hoping it wouldn't be the last time
i was given some hope when you acknowledged that i even exist
but you exist without me
and i existed with your shadow;
the dark cast that lingers a little after you've walked away, filled with the memory of the shape you used to create.
and even though i knew every curve and edge you had to you
i no longer recognize your silhouette
i hope it's because you've grown stronger
and i hope you're imagining mine to be bigger than it was
when you left me small and broken
silhouettes, they come and go
and maybe yours too shall pass
and right now, i hope it disappears with every tear that rolls down my cheek
and i hope mine has the strength to walk away
