I am...

gone.
gone like the wind that played so lightly across our fingertips in the evening mist.
gone like the times we swore we'd never let go.
gone like the necklace tortured in anger; battered and worn like the us I used to cling to.
gone like the jokes we shared.
like the moments when you held me so close and hoped the night would never end.
like the tenderness that came from insecurity.
like the innocence I held onto so tightly.
like the sweet silences when I used to think... I'm so lucky.
because I was so lucky.

those things are all gone.
so why can't I get over it?