You talked of our conversations, but I have never spoken to you.
You reminisced of our songs and dances, but I have never danced with you.
You described the dreams we’d made together, but I dreamt those dreams alone.
You repeated jokes that we had shared together, but these jokes they are all new.
I don’t think this person was me my dear, infact I insist it was not me.
Perhaps you saw my body there, but my soul was not with thee.