A soft voice calls me back to you. I try to stay away every time, avert my eyes from the shapes forming your name, and the traces left behind by your creation. But many things remind me of you, not fully formed in my imagination I can only see the pieces you shared and I complete you in my mind. A fool I am for seeking comfort in non-existing memories and half formed ideas of what it would be or could be, a dreamer I am for seeking a silent voice that sooth my thoughts and calm my soul. I would transform into the summer breeze that touches your hair, the moonlight that kisses your skin, the water that touches your lips. I would embrace your name in mid flight and allow my body to drop into nothing, to become your words tucked away in forgotten pages, becoming traces left behind by your creation.