I died years ago. I am merely sleepwalking. You are a dream that I must wake up from eventually. I do not die to run away. I do not die for sympathy. I die because I no longer really exist. I am a ghost. I am an empty shell filled with longing and grief. I die because I can not live for you. I die to atone, for shattering your soul. I die because I will never again hear your voice or feel your warm embrace. I die because I will never feel your head on my chest or your breath on my neck. I die because the brightest sunlight can not seep into this darkness I live in.
