New limbs,
New eyes,
New lips,
New lashes-
It is all yours to kiss
and I have completely and utterly
disintegrated into melancholy.
Clutching onto my fragile bones
are the hungry ghosts from the
indelible memories imprinted onto my brain.

“We will always be close”
You said.
I cannot face  you without being able to kiss your eyes
or brush my mouth against your skin
or cast to you the smile I once smiled.
This is it.
It is time to let go.

Adieu.