Where Did You Go?

The old you used to pull me close,
To feel my heartbeat in his chest,
He used to hold me for hours on end,
He knew how to love me best.

The old you used to smell my hair,
Trace kisses along my neck,
He would've taken me to Mars and back,
No place was too far to trek.

The old you used to write me poems,
And whisper them in my ear,
He wrote me letters to say how he felt,
He called whenever not near.

The old you used to make me laugh,
He understood me like himself,
He said our love was an open book,
Never replaced upon the shelf.

I miss the old you,
And i still hold him near,
But times must have changed,
Because the new you is here.