The Version of You That Exists in Other People's Memories

I wear their light, their longing, their leftover laughter. In a friend’s story, I'm the punchline. In a lover’s silence, I'm the reason. I'm stitched from glances, half-truths, and that one thing you did that they still smile about. You won’t find me in mirrors—but you'll see me in the way they look at you.