In my mind

we were perfection

balance, the completion of one another.

Soul mates with destiny carved in the stars.

That's what I thought until you disappeared,

and I realised

I'm

wrong. My world fell from its

heights, I found myself on the

ground where I started, burned up

from the inside out.

Hopelessly in love

with your ghost falling more

and more in love but it's

not

real. Only part of me

chooses to recognize this fact.

So I repeat it to myself again and

again so that one day I might get

lucky and feel nothing, this

is my definition of

okay

emptiness, but I'm not empty if

the loss of your presence continues to plague me.

Continues to suffocate me, so I must still have

a heart; working to spread hope

to a body that knows its better off

without

life, but I'm too scared

to die, knowing you're out there.

Even if you're with someone

else, someone better.

Even if I am the one who left you first.

Even if every morning I wake and

my first conscious breath scatters

the fog from my memories of

you.