Because he is not you, I cannot look into his eyes and speak my truth without sounding my voice, cannot trace each line upon his hand like a well worn map, cannot lie beside him without the pretence that I am someone else.
Because he is not you, he cannot make me cry, cannot leave me devastated, desperate and wanting, cannot disappoint me.
Because he is not you, he cannot make me smile, cannot, with a look, provoke spontaneous bursts of laughter, cannot tell me I am strong; that I will make it through.
Because he is not you, he cannot let me down.
But he cannot raise me up.
Because he is not you, he cannot give me nightmares.
But he cannot make me dream.
Because he is not you, the words choke in my throat when I try to speak of all the things that we have shared together, lived together, loved together.
But because he is not you, he cannot break my heart.
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