Maybe I’ll never be the same. The dust will collect in between the spaces of my rib cage. I’ll call your name and hear it echo back like a ghost. I was so young- loss felt entirely too distant until it wasn’t. I watched it bleed through the windows of my brain- poisoning every gracious part of me until it reached my heart. And a piece of my soul is missing. Gone forever and ever and ever. I have the scar to prove it. -AMT ©️