I hear your name echoing in the delves of my mind bouncing back and forth for nothing else ever stays in it. But now there's also nothing that reverberates even in this emptiness.
Then I say your name many times until it only becomes a familiar word and not a person I very much knew. A lurid pain that hurts so much until hours numb everything that can be felt.
Finally, I write your name with my fingers on tiny droplets of water on cold glass. I watch them bleed and fall like blood as you draw the sword out from flesh. And like tears freely overflowing with unknown sentiment.
I watch myself bleed and I watch you as the tip of your sword leaves my skin yet I will endure the pain for I secretly hoped it sharp edges would succumb to my insides so that you'd never have to leave.
