I cannot erase him-
his scent, his touch, or his voice.
I hold my beating heart in agony's embrace,
to close my eyes in distraught wishes
that will never be.
He surrounds my every step,
invisibly calling out my name.
Phantasms wake me,
for he is always in them,
nightmarish reminders of who he is not with.
And I cry once more into my pillow,
whispering how much he is loved,
and wipe away the tears to drift into
dreamscapes of seeing him one more time,
in memories that are mine!