How to write this book? Maybe, just maybe, you could tell me?

Companion is not wanting

it is abundant

but 

why so stubborn?

why compare each and every piece of it

to the old memories 

that you could recall no more

not even the lines

not even the smells

were same

but you refuse

you step out of it

you let it drop dead

because you see no way out

you can only

see him

the one who could not care less about you

the one who could not remember you

the one who could not care more about you

you really should

stop comparing

but stick with yourself

calm down

burn the old memories

and the one meant for you

is there

waiting for you to see