To you,

Every time I look down into those dark brown depths, I see you. Chocolatey brown fur reminds me of white and golden. Perked up ears remind me of you sniffing for carrots. I have plenty of photos of him, and none of you. Do you still remember me? Because I do, and I miss you. It’s been too many years, and I hate myself for forgetting just how many. Why did you leave me? I didn’t get a last message, a last glance, a last embrace. You just left, and you left me to break down to myself, because it was my fault, wasn’t it? But I see you in him. I don’t know, but it doesn’t feel right to miss you. You’re still here, aren’t you? You’re him, aren’t you? You never did leave me, I knew you wouldn’t.

But rabbits don’t speak back, especially ones that don’t exist anymore. You sent him to me, didn’t you? You are the ones that make me a dog person, don’t you? And I felt like penning down a closure to the thoughts that have haunted me for years. And even though I might never hear your reply, just know that I miss you, and I love you. 

Me.