I am not here. I am somewhere else.
I am in a place unhinged, altered from reality.
I place myself in tangerine,
like the golden glow of your eyes,
hopeful in holding onto you.
It is, although, no longer tangible,
it is still here.
Dusted across every inch of our home,
Pieces of your remain to remember you by.
And I will love you always.
xoxo