What are you?

Where have you gone? Where is your spirit? You've left my life without having the courtesy of saying goodbye. Where can I hide all these questions? Who can fill in all the blanks?

I know you still exist but I don't think I remember you anymore. You are no longer a person. You might exist, but to me you're no more than symbols from the past. You are a movie ticket, you are a picture with a caption, you are a coffee cup holder with a message and a drawing. I regret burning the rest of you. I wish I still had more of you to use every time nostalgia kidnaps me.

"You were late, you missed your morning coffee. I love you anyway".