She’s Not You

She might love me..

More than you ever did.

And shelter my tattered soul

And feed it hope.

But..

Her eyes won’t glint

With the slightest of mischief,

To make me want to live more,

To breathe more.

Her laughter won’t resonate with me,

Like yours did.

Her fleeting glance

Won’t make me feel

The way my heart yearns to.

She won’t be imperfect

In the beautiful way you are.

Because..

She’s not you.

She can never be.

And,

When I say

I love her,

She will look into my eyes

And feel the void in my words.

And, she will know..

That the whole of my heart

Can never be hers.

Because

Beyond the closed doors are

 The scribbles and graffiti

You left behind.

The remnants of a past

That you will remember

 not for long.

So, go on..

Live your life

To the fullest,

As you’ve always done.

Meanwhile,

Let me pull up a chair

And grab a book.

The life is yours,

The graffiti, mine.