The videos I made in my head.

The pictures I took of us, in my head.

The story I wrote around what was, for everything I wished us to be.

I am in love.

My heart has stopped for this.

That moment which cannot come.

It hangs in the front me, and I chase it.

Every word you once said. Touch. Set glance on my fragile eyes.

It pulls me forward and down.

Back down to my residing sadness, where my heart sits in blood left cold.