.16

The cold sheets are the last traces of an unfinished puzzle.
you left
too early
too soon.
Too rapidly without taking a second breath,
patiently resting in the unsettled state our relationship was in.
When longings overshadow our daily existence and a change is sparking the undeniable events of the future. 
I try to hold on to a glimpse of what we were or you never was.
a dream
an ideal
a mirror that was never my home.

Sherlock & The Gypsy