Gone but not forgotten, sadly silent/ reposted, edited

Gone but not forgotten, sadly silent/ reposted, edited

fiction
edward w pritchard

Your memories shadow vaporously appears to me at night as essence of past removals.

You refusing to stay gone, I reach out in sleep to you from behind my eyes; grasping with the will to touch that preceded arms and hands.

Dreaming, momentarily I capture your lost essence; its gone but not forgotten, sadly silent,
solidly material, far removed from my hands and arms.
end

vaporously- as a vapor