you become the city that I live in
you become the voice that requires silence to be heard
you become a sound swallowed by the world
you become an invisible part of my flat that I say good night to
you become someone who can’t stay dead within me
you become someone I look for in nature
you become someone who listens without getting noticed
you become someone whose favourite songs keep playing
you become someone who fits through my window
you become someone who watches me watch movies
you become someone who can’t stomach the pain
caused by his absence
you become someone who sits next to me
when I can’t cope, trying to communicate a good memory to me
you become someone whose scent appears on my own skin
you become someone who is never far away
you become someone who has his place in each of us
Croque-Melpomene 