Past Thing

You are a past thing
A thing from who I used to be
And I miss you, you past thing
Because sometimes, without you, I don't feel complete
Maybe I have not tried to replace you
But you're like a rare part
And I can not fashion another you with these broken hands
People say to not dwell on past things
But my past thing is like gold in disguise
And every time I think about it
It is gold I threw away accidentally
I would fold away everything just to know another happiness with my past thing
Past thing
You're a present thing that exists so separate from me
So far from where we used to be
More times than not I fear you don't remember the past me
I'll forever have a few missing pieces and you will always be one of them my past thing