Over the past months there have been so many times where I feel like nothing more than a remnant, an empty ghost with no spirit trapped inside the shroud. So much has been seized from me- when we walked our separate ways you took back everything you brought. Anything that once carried your touch now feels tainted, a painful reminder of something that once was and never will be again. I can’t go to certain cities, or listen to particular songs, because the memory I have associated with it is far too lovely for me to bear right now, as is any positive thought I have of you. I can’t even have things that were once mine that I shared with you. I told you: everything I have, and everything I am, is yours. And truly, it is. I am bereft of all I once had, wandering the halls of my memories, a beggar, a supplicant.