of his spirit still occupied this place . Maybe little parts of him still picked away at the cotton balls on his clothes or quivered inside cigarette filters .
The longer I sat in hope , the more hopeless I felt . He didn ’ t come to me anymore , not since the distress signal . He ’ s nothing more than a shadow now that catches the corner of my eye .
If I were sane , I ’ d probably think twice before chasing shadows .
I picked up one of his shirts and nestled my face against the fabric . Briefly , golden memories enveloped me . A temporary respite . But reality reclaimed me viciously .
Yesterday , this would have sent me mad . But now , I wore all of him like armour . My body started without