I Can't Replace You
They don't fit perfectly, but they feel just fine, like heaven for me.
I can literally smell you and I can almost swear that with my eyes closed I can see you watching and that's the best time of my day, what I always look forward to everyday.
Not a keep sake, but it does the bit just perfect. And I feel alive when I wear that baggy hoodie with mickey mouse on it, and that bandana that you always had tied on your wrist.
And your spot on the sofa is still yours, feels like no one can ever fill it but you because I swear I see you there sometimes whenever that song you loved is playing.
I still try to dance to it, but dancing hasn't come to me just yet, not sure if it ever will anyway.
Moulin Rouge has grown on me, sometimes I almost shade tears when Satine dies. And I still don't get it why you loved it although it ends terribly.
Am just not sure if i can ever replace you no matter how hard I try.
I just wanted you to know that.
And if you were a mistake, I'd have no problem doing it over and over, because it feels just right.
And if wishes were horses, I'd be riding on one to get back to you.
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