faded (gone)

you were obsessed with perfection.

phantom limb

phantom pain from a ghost limb.

gone

although you are gone, i can’t get you outta my head.

gone

gone in the oceanflowing, mounting pressuresa fish swims away

tears

drops of deep regretmingle with memories lostcontained in pearls – gone.

Gone

It is always in the morning where I miss you the most. It was the soft breaths – slow and steady – that I woke up to. (You were my anchor) Sometimes, your arms would be thrown around my body, a lovely weight reminding me that I was not alone. Other times, your hands were