of your eyes, begonia skies

of course i still miss you, how could i not when you were the closest person in the world to me for awhile, how could i not when we used to have conversations that i thought would never run dry, how could i not when you were the one who made the thought of existing a little scary than it really is, how could i not when some parts of me still reek of you, how could i not when i promised you time after time that i'd always hang around till the day you get back, how could i not when i was so convinced that there wouldn't be a day that i don't, how could i not if i've never gone a day where i don't, how could i not if i still remember you in moments, in the brighter days and the better nights knowing that we could never be the way we used to anymore, how could i not if i still find your absence just as devastating as it used to be, how could i not because it's you, in bits and pieces,  in fragments of memories, in everything that's always meant worlds to me....the point is i still do, but perhaps much less than i used to