She Is Gone

I loved her.

After a long time, I let myself love again.

She was clingy. She was beautiful.

Life felt good with her around.

Now she is gone.

Her last words

I still read our chats.

There is so much life in them that it doesn’t even feel real.

It hurts so much

But I will preserve this hurt.

A part of me still expects her message to appear.

One day,

this will all be a distant memory.

In memory of

her