now that you’re gone

Now that you’re gone let me make up for your absence in the pieces of myself that you’ve touched. Now that you’re gone I’ll tell all your jokes as if they were my own because there is no one to tell me otherwise or proclaim “hey that’s my line”. I’ll listen without giving advice or providing my own anecdote- a skill that took a year of insistence and 6 months of your absence to finally perfect. I’ll make millions of over exaggerated ridiculous claims like “there will never be a version of me that wants to exist without your influence” and I’ll refuse to accept that it isn’t true.