I thought I saw you on the train again,
but it was the You I had known.
The You with the adorable chipped-tooth smile,
that made my heart sing once.
Slightly pulled up on one side, a mischievous smirk forever playing on your youthful face.
The warm hazel eyes with amber rings that locked onto mine, greens, browns and blues bouncing off each other like the sun on the ocean.
The You who made me laugh, helped me breathe and made me whole.
The You I had known.
Before you became the You that I knew.
The playful mouth, once happy and sly, now drooped with the slur of poison and sorrow.
The eyes, once aglow and lively, now a sickening shade of red.
Gone were the days of laughter, laborious was my breathing as I imagined life without you, the air thick with pain as it moved through my body.
What once was whole was now in pieces.
You were not the You I had known anymore.
And you never would be again.
I thought I saw you, but it could not have been,
and even if it were,
I don’t know You anymore.
