I can't remember the sound of her voice.
Her touch.
Or anything we said to each other in confidence.
I don't remember her laugh.
Or the way she smelled.

But her face is etched.
Into my very being.

So much so that I wish.
I could just.
Forget.

I woke up and I was alive.
A man.
And now.
Now I'm dead.

Just

Walking upright.

There is no concern for the feelings of a loved one.
When you're lost out there.
In the comfortable silence.
Of aeons.

Unconcsious.

Subsumed in the warm bath.
Of annihilation.

Beyond speech.

I feel better alone.
Unnoticed.

It's always away.
From an uncomfortable.
I'm here.

I have always.
Hated myself.

That's why I'm so surprised.
When other people like.
Me.