You didn't die yet, you left me like a ghost. No words. No warning. Just gone. I would understand if death brought this silence for then I would have a reason.
It now just leaves me with a twisted chest and a torn mind. Filling the void with what could have been and what may have happened.
Was it me? Was it you? Was it another? You see my mind races. Searching for a answer. I may never get. These thoughts crash around my body. Destroying me. Like a ghost.