Sometimes,
I still find myself lost in my memories of him.
and if I go back to the place where all of this started,
and I fill my lungs with the scent of the familiar air,
I can feel his presence there.

I hate to say it,
but it would have been easier for me if he had actually died.
His body lives on,
but the mind I fell so deeply in love with is gone.

I held him in my arms as he began to fade,
and I watched him change until all of who he once was dripped onto the floor.
It was the hardest decision I ever made,
but I finally shut the door.