359 Pine

Ailments become fragments of my imagination;
 I am encumbered by nothing.
 Hands in hand with a ghost of your former self,
 someone I once held away from the torments of situation;
 no longer am I strong enough- another voice has taken over,
 controlling, binding, leaving the person I am- fucking helpless,
 awaiting its next consensus.
 A face that is not there taunts me,
 breathing the same air that she held in her lungs,
 breaking, for it all seems so familiar.
 I have been lost and faded into this place,
 waking only to find it still surrounds me,
 blotting out the pain but with it, the comfort.
 For I was a being existing but absent of life,
 selective thoughts showing only bliss.
 Sifting through tarnished images of a past you were a part of,
 mind blanketed by memories- the ghost of your former self,
 someone I once held and time stood still.
 Time stood still, at least to us.
 At least to us.