Ailments become fragments of my imagination; I am encumbered by nothing. Hands in hand with a ghost of your former self, Someone I once held away from the torments of situation; No longer am I strong enough- another voice has taken over, Controlling, binding, leaving the person I am- fucking helpless, Awaiting its next consensus. A face that is not there taunts me, Breathing the same air that she held in her lungs, Breaking, for it all seems so familiar. I have been lost and faded into this place, Waking only to find it still surrounds me, Blotting out the pain but with it, the comfort. For I was a being existing but absent of life, Selective thoughts showing only bliss. Sifting through tarnished images of a past you were a part of, Mind blanketed by memories- the ghost of your former self, Someone I once held and time stood still. Time stood still, at least to us. At least to us.