Shame, such a shame, I think I kind of lost myself again.

[doppelgangerr]

If I stopped talking to you, would you notice? Conversations labored, it takes effort to keep them going. They don't flow like they used to, what changed? I never knew where you ended and I began, and now there's a clear divide, as high and impenetrable as the Berlin Wall. Is it me? It can't be, I have not changed. Is it you? I hate to think so; even if it is you it must mean that there is something wrong with me. Wish I could ask you what's wrong, but I can't. Or maybe I won't. Maybe I'm afraid of what you'll say.

But it feels like an important part of me is being sheered off, and I'm still feeling the phantom pains.

I still feel you,

but you're not there anymore.