I have lost my way.
I have lost the pulse,
The weight,
The fire of you.
I have lost the seconds
That trembled beneath our hands,
That quaked between our breaths,
That cracked the world open
And left me hollow,
Reaching,
Always reaching.

I know—I was cruel.
I know—I was blind.
I know—I let fear twist love
Into shards that cut us both.
But you are gone.
And I cannot remember
The quiet violence of your heart,
The way it pressed against mine,
Stopping time,
Bending the world,
Birthing a fragile, trembling eternity
I could never hold.

I did not know it then.
I know it now.
I could not have wanted more.
I could not have loved more.
I could not have lived more.
I could not have lost more.

I wait.
I wait in the echo,
In the shadow,
In the hollow you carved in me.
I clutch your ghost
Like air,
Like fire,
Like the only truth I know.
I pray you remember me
The way I remember you—
Relentless.
Unforgiving.
Obscene in its devotion.

Until that day comes—
If that day ever comes—
I will rot in your absence,
I will breathe only the ghost of you,
I will speak only to your shadow,
I will be the echo of your heartbeat,
The imprint of your lips,
The mark of your leaving,
The living residue of your love,
Haunted,
Consumed,
Chained,
Forever,
By you.