Shadows for toys.

But what if you wanted to come back and your big head wasn't letting you? What if you're sad for a few minutes every day because of what this has become? 

I'm so sure of you smiling at things that aren't me that I never consider that possibility. 

We took parts of each other.

And then we forgot where we put them. 

I miss you. I miss us. 

You're the piece of heaven I have here on earth. 

This is meant to be.

But I might stop telling myself that if you take longer.