It haunts me that I need to keep cutting back little pieces of you, thoughts of us.
Memories and ideas floating through me like wisps on a dark deep night.
The echo of your voice as it carries on the waves of who we used to be, a mockery of all your empty works and useless promises.
I try so hard to bite back the questions, to stop myself from thinking and wondering why. To let go of the aching need to care for you and share with you all the things I want.
I keep finding myself reaching out to your shadow, and remember that you're gone. That what I wanted and committed to is no longer an us, just a once Upon a time thought.
A whisper in my head as I once again stop myself from going back, back to that place that will never really be and is just a hollow waste of memory.
