If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
― Emily Jane Brontë , Wuthering Heights
You are now but a blur
a memory I can't recall
a time that was was
a time I was happy
your shadows on my hand
your touch on my skin
they are a memory
a thing of the past
fading away and slowly forgotten
I am still here
Thought I'll never live without you
my spirit perished but my body has awoken
Still in the process of rebirth
I am used to being with you
but time heals
and with time I forget
I used to ...
but now it is a thing of a time I was ...
A time I was used to you