I watch myself disappear in real time.

One picture at a time.

Slipping into the fade.

I watch you erase all the words we wrote.

What am I now but a smudge on the page?

There is an absence of noise now.

I’m smothered in the quiet.

There is a hollow in the middle.

I can not fill it.

I’m constantly seeing yellow flowers and I think I’m starting to make peace with them.

How cruel it is.

How adrift I am.

Will I find my place in this?

Yes.

Will it take a piece of me with it?

Most certainly.

It already has.

There is an absence of noise now.

My thoughts are the artist, painting on the silence.

There is a hollow in the middle.

I can not fill it.

I gave you years and you destroyed it in seconds.

I gave you years and you turned them to ashes.

I gave you all of me and you gave me most of you.

I gave you all of me and you gave me a ghost.

I gave you a garden and you planted a seed of doubt.

I gave you quiet and you still made it loud.

I gave and you….

But I still love you.

I always will.