I am but a collection of each little thing I’ve experienced.
Each breath, each smile, each sigh and choking sob.
Each and every star I’ve gazed at is chiseled in my skull,
and the rain I’ve danced in is evident in every tear I shed.
He hugged me, and my arms still feel the ghost of his presence.
She laughed with me, and my cheeks still ache from grinning too much.
They told me it would be okay,
and their phantom voice still echoes in my ears.