i found the puzzle that you crafted tucked inside it's little box with all the scattered pieces, with all the scattered thoughts.
I fumble for every shard, I recover them preciously, bit by bit - I place them gently, specially. to expose the entire picture i guess you're gone, it's true. our memories run and flicker I realize that itβs you.
god, it hurts to look at- this unfinished mess of art and to know youβll never carve another piece. at least I have a beating heart.
do what you can with the time that you have. RIP Gauth, I'll love you forever.