Those places that we knew

The drive down to Copenhagen from Skåne reminded me enormously of what has been. Last time I was on this road I was with him, last time I saw that bush, that tree, that road sign I was with him. Last time I was on this boat he was tired, tired from driving, moody as always, but happy to return to his homeland yet again. The emotions grew and grew inside me, the torment of what had been, the sadness of what is now, right up until I caught myself mid-way, stopped myself from thinking those thoughts.

You have been down this highway before without him, seen these trees, the landscape has been the same since you were a kid and it will stay the same long after he is forgotten, long after you have been forgotten.

The streets are laid bare with memories, that's where we sat, that's where we kissed, that's were we fought. Last time I slept in this bed was next to him, in his arms, but restlessly so. At midnight we fought then we slept. My heart is almost healed, but then I approached this city again. I saw that things had not changed, but I have and so has he. Yet these streets, open empty places, the room, the bed will remind me of him. Copenhagen isn't the same as it was before him. However, I still see myself situated permanently here one day, now not with him, but alone. It will still bring joy to my heart when the sun shines on my face and my family is near. Just not right now, maybe next time, maybe without him in my heart.