Walking past.

'Soul'-prints

I am reaching the place where you were. But I am always one step behind from the places you imprint, and leave a little of your soul behind.The mirage of hope you create, vanishes as I come closer. I always arrive late to the story that could have been, and for a while my experiences will always live in the shadow of yours.

Melting away.

To come to think of it, 

I loved you too quickly and too passionately.

It filled up my entire being, 

wasting me away from the inside,

like how a burning flame devours the wax,

 leaving nothing but a wisp of smoke 

and you leaving nothing......

but a soul of what was.

Reality

To Time,