The chatter filled the empty room. Alone with myself, my heart continued to talk about nothing but you. My mind took me to sit with visualizations of you. My nose reminded me of the signature perfume that lifted me up upon inhale. Places across my body that you frequently visited with your hands arose goosebumps.
In your absence you still are apart of me.
Two years, five months and six days since you exhaled your last breath. Since you were not just a memory. Not just a ghost that frequented my mind’s real estate. The time we had before pushes me on.
You’ve transcended death by living vicariously in my thoughts.