Ghost of you (P:2)

The smile on your face would conjure back. An entity which isn't there. Following me throughout the years. Distorting my sense of here. Recently, It's become all that I keep near. It took me a long while. I fought in endless trials. I traveled for countless miles. Just to recapture your stolen smile. From the start, I felt the thunder. To remember your name, forces me to the ground. You took one step, and pulled me under. I started referring to you by just a simple pronoun. I was left watching, as you slumber. To keep stable, my false crown. I'm falling apart without you as my wonder. It's the only method to be found. Every time I look into the glass. A reflection of you comes to pass. Filling up the map, always more than half. How many more laps are left, until I'm allowed to laugh?