I reach out to you -to your essence grappling to any shred of your memory. Your smile. The light in your eyes. The tinkling of bells in your laugh. The soft rose that warmed all of the freckles on your cheeks when you blushed. Every feature. Faded. Like an old picture.
Reaching and clawing through every scene, every second. Every memory of you. Time stands still and the world is silent. The stars hang, frozen in their dark sky. The universe is, and suddenly
it isn't. My mind blinks. My heart beats on like a drum and the wind rushes from my lungs at lightspeed as a sickening possibility comes to mind.