I must be idiotic for attempting to locate you after all those years.
You have vanished, a different lover embraces you. It’s been nearly a decade, and your voice is still rustling in my background.
I had no issue with breathing with your ghost. My society wanted me to walk onward, to mature greedily, and insensitively.
I'm an old fashioned figure, I never matured, and I never got old.
I'm extraordinarily carved within you.

artwork Cairo mockingbird.