These days are old and far too long- her laughter echoes through the corners and doors left haunting my mind- your kiss the moist breath blinds me- so still, lying here I don't want to cry - nothing left to pick me up- death seems so peaceful- nothing to fear-nothing anymore yet I feel like a drifting zombie-starved and left dead along the grown over trail- the sun casts a shadow- a stale dry smell- the face and heart putrified-in my pocket all of her letters grasped tightly in my fermenting hand- my eyes dried shut taking the last breath-looking up to feel free like the dark gray sky- falling down and wish you were not there-and-why don't my dreams come back to me?-Over and over again-in the distance, not far from my body, invisible she is to me. What this all used to mean to me?