Dear friend, your ghost feels real. A piece of your spirit got lodged in my brain when you walked off the earth. Now I can’t stop playing your memory like a film reel. I miss everything at once. It crashes through moments I can’t let go of, but I wake up and I’m gripping thin air. You’re picking up feathers from angel wings to help make your own. Following around saints to ask if they can help me out. Screaming at this hollow shell to keep living because I’m not dead yet. -AMT©️