The person I once knew died in you.

Somewhere inside of your rock solid exterior is that person I once knew. I desperately want that person back like a distressed owner missing his dog, like a lost dog missing his owner, like a lover missing his lover, like a tree missing its leaves. I feel like the train left without me and now you've transformed into a monster and the connection is fleeting, if not already gone. They say we select the birghtest and darkest moments of our lives and call it memory. I have only memories of you at the best and memories of you at your worst. That amazing person is no longer alive. As these memories evanesce, you'll be a forgotten character.