I speak, but I can't because words fail me

I jump, but I'm always pulled down by gravity

I reach, but an invisible voice tells me I'm too small, don't even try

I cry, but my tears are parched and dry

I scream, but all that comes out is air

I bleed, but the bleeding is clogged

I run, but the farthest I get is to the floor

I gasp. This can't last.

Time is my enemy.

How to not disgrace my existence? what resistance is stopping me besides myself?

You're gone

I crave your touch
Your scent
Your embrace
I crave the way your finger tips traced my face
I long for that phase
When we were madly in love

"Silly girl", they say
He's gone