Emails from airlines tease me, then torture me. "Make your daydreams a reality" "Flights on sale!" Don't taunt me. I look away from email to the wall; Smiles greet me. Memories follow. I remember that smile. It was a smile from when I was with you. My smiles don't look like that now. I pull out your shirt - it doesn't smell like you anymore. I hold it close for a moment anyway. I curl up sitting on the floor, incapacitated, halted. Pulled beneath the waves. It passes. It always does. It has to. Here I have a life that I have built that you have never been able to touch, It goes on without you here. And there's nothing I can do about that. So I'll continue on, living off dreams and memories. And the emails will still come.