I so longed just to feel your warmth again.

Your presence makes me feel so zen.

I followed your trail for miles and miles.

But I only ended up with your fellow exiles.

I’ve refused to accept that you’ve just vanished.

Disappeared from this plane, utterly banished.

I swear my mind conjures up versions of you.

Walking the streets, I see you in my view.

Each step I took, I lost more of me.

Chasing a phantom, longing to be free.

I chased you relentlessly, your breathe in the air.

But found only fragments, your absence everywhere.

The more I ran, the less I knew.

Until the lines between us blurred and through.

While chasing your ghost, I became one myself.

I’ve lost the ability to be felt.