one more in the crowd

I notice your absence, I miss you, I miss your presence; but the pride is greater. I miss someone who no longer exists. I speak for you, for the one who knew what we both felt and didn't mind ending without a finality. You have brought terrible changes to your being, allowing yourself to be guided by those you should never have trusted. You have soiled your essence, blending in with the rest of society. You are no longer recognized, you don't stand out, you are just one of the crowd.