Dead, are the moments that flutter within my soul. Gone, are the wisps of words, lustred out of your oral reign into a memento so divine, the magic of my life has dissipated, and now I grasp onto disintegrated thoughts. On the days where it was just me and you, just a text on the phone, or us, silent, but hand in hand, grains of sand slipped through so wistfully, so seamlessly, that us, intertwined in each other’s lives was bestowed so perfectly, there was something wrong. It was too perfect.

And so, I but admire you from a distance. No listening to your heartbeat and seeing your eyes glow from up close. No ember fueled by you in my heart. None. Now, my heart is aching, and I can’t even pinpoint yours. Shall your breath bless the Earth? Or the heavens? What do, or did, i mean to you? Or was it all a play of heart? Entertainment at best? Fit in a motley assortment of trinkets you discard so aimlessly? Have I but become an anomaly?