Please tell him...

'I love someone who no longer exists. I realize he might feel the same way. You can still find glimpse of him if you look hard enough. The scars on his knuckles and old polaroids. He’s drinking coffee til his body shakes and creating temporary masterpieces out of chalk. Old school rap in his head phones, he doesn’t care. Now appears a boy who makes himself into someone bigger with new shoes but he never walks anymore. Silly of me to mistake you for him it’s just… you have the same eyes. The ones who knew me so well. If you find him in your mirror please tell him I miss him.'