I have a friend who reminds me of you. As you were then, when I saw your eyes and your hand caressing a kitten. As you were when you were melting into every crease of my soul.

He does the same, he smiles at me and tells me words that make me dizzy. I do not know whether he believes what he says, but I remember you did, so thoroughly that I began believing too. His gestures resemble you. Also his loss, the same suddenly enlightened madness that could only be put out in my arms, in the silence of my lips and the storm of my veins. Don't be afraid, nothing actually happened. He just reminds me of you.

Of course, he walks differently. He is different inside, too. He's poorer, gloomier. But he's lucky: you, before him, unlocked the doors, consumed the walls and burnt the core within. So strongly you desired and believed then, for couple of seconds, that everything changed under your touch.

Why do we compare people? Maybe the left marks ask their rights. Or maybe the memories stay so long on our retina that they crush the reality. Maybe when one has found its nest, one carries it inside oneself and reflects it upon the others.

He tells me what he would like. Nothing more that you had, and even less. As everything, offices, cars, rooms, ours or others, sand, sea, stairs, buildings, worlds from here or afar, all these met our love. You used to say that you sensed me but still you could not believe it, the burning, devastation, and breeze.

I know, he is just another man who desires. But this one is different, because he reminds me of you. Sometimes I know he is lying and still I tend to believe him, because he resembles you. Is it possible to fall down reaped only for that? I do not know. I only know that we are not the same, we have opened other dreams upon other shores and we only kept in stashes our walks one through the other.