It is like every ounce of you has disappeared. And you only haunt me in hazy memories on random nights. It was as if your whole being was a lie. You left without a sound, picked up by the wind and scattered away in tiny pieces too soft to collect. I wish to gather your moving parts to fuel the fire that you left burning in my throat. You are the tension I feel in my arms. The ache in my neck, the liar, the mystery. I cannot erase you, no matter how hard I try.

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