I've been doing ok.
Thinking about what it may be like to only know you as a ghost.
You've already started preparing me for it.
The missed phone calls.
It doesn't feel like a part of me is missing anymore really.
Instead like a new part is attempting to burst.
I think I'm getting over it already without allowing myself to.
I've found myself a bubble I feel comfortable in.
The one where I don't think about real things.
But the characters I come to know in those words.
Or the constant running about and then passing out.
It will hit me one day that you're gone, but right now, the in between phase is where I'll stay.