I must leave this place, where memories render me helpless and emotions overcome logic. What is it that keeps me here?

Even now, I have forgotten the small things – the shade of your favorite color, the melody of your favorite song…

Yet, the memory of you persists.

As I sit before the mirror, I smell the aroma of your cologne, see the dark depths of your eyes, feel your fingers move against my skin… And I shiver.

Once more… twice…

Again, I will your face to become a ghost.

You will become a ghost.

I inhale deeply, gaining strength, as a solitary teardrop falls. For just a moment, time stops as it tumbles and shimmers, a delicate prism of dancing colors. Exhaling, I stand.

I can be free.

It is time. The music plays…