She's just a phantom.

It's been a while since their last chat. Like a phantom she swept in and out of his life. Leaving no trace of her existence, no assurance of her connection with reality. He always thought it's rather odd, how even up close, he could not sense her scent. How from afar her big eyes always shined, brighter than any dark gem. 

All he's got is frames of motion. He's standing by the window, she's not too far away. He can not see her lips, a couple strands of hair are in the way. Yet somehow he knows, he knows she's smiling. Whenever he talked, she would turn completely towards him, locking her eyes on his. She wanted to make sure nothing is lost, none of the emotion within the words he spoke. 

Her picture slowly fades away. With every blow of wind, another layer of dust sets over. Eventually the dust will take over the memories, and he'll be left with all but a pile of ashes. Ashes ready to be blown away by every breath he draws. He wonders if she ever existed. 

Reality can get difficult to recognize without an anchor.

"Ooo- oo

Won't you meet me in the morning?

Ooo- ooo

You left without any warning

Ooo- ooo Oh-Oh

I don't know where to put you now

Ashes like snow

Where did you go-oh?" (Lilly Kershaw - Ashes like snow)

"Can you hear me?"

Love,

Just.