A fickle of dust.
A fragment of my previous phantasms.
A plethora of insomnia.
A haunting nightmare-
Are what you've become.
Constantly plaguing my thoughts and depositing benign beasts in me.
You were my "to love and to hold"
A vision of white and a beautifully decorated scenery are what I see when I close my eyes.
Your spirit still roam about.
Touching things and leaving behind love notes.
At midnight, I see you playing the piano, champagne on the top with a smile on your face.
Your favourite couch is always warm in the mornings and it has become my coffee drinking spot where I sit out the madness which lurks in my mind.
How could I forget your last hug?
Or the passionate kiss that ensued?
Or that smile that perches forever at the corners of your cute lips?
Or the jacket you wore to your death?
I remember 10 years ago like it were yesterday.