simulacrum

What's left of me now-

except this simulacrum

Because, there is no me anymore

not without you-

I've forgotten the rest

what life was before, 

and what it could be, 

I don't recognise my name anymore

when it's not next to yours

this simulacrum-

I don't know what I am;

not without you

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