(this isn't a poem, idk what this is)

You are my voice

I gasp and put my hand to my throat, pawing at a reason to this screaming silence. I listen closely to my gasping breaths, trying to find a trace of what I knew so well. Instead, you step forth, and you speak for me. You understand what I was trying to say, but you put it in words I couldn't imagine being better. This is good.

I am silent.

You are my limbs.

You carry me when I can not walk. when I can not move, I am dragged by you. You are my legs that carry me where I need to go. When I want to feel someone folded under my arm, you are there. You're my arms that feel for the earth in front of me. You are so sure with your movement and with you, my arms no longer move blindly.

I am being moved.

You are my touch

The touch that has wiped away so many tears and has felt the brush of water under my fingertips when i run it through her hair. My touch from my hand when it carelessly hung out a speeding car's window and sliced through the night air.

I am numb.

You are my lungs.

I am gasping. You give me breath. I am suffocating. You give me air. You make it taste sweet, i can feel the air swirling in my lungs.

I am lost for breath.

You are my everything.

And I am nothing

Now You are gone.

And I am a fool.

Because you are a person, and just a person.

And I made such a grave mistake for ever thinking you were more. Now I sit here, and realize how true it is.

You are gone.

And I am a fool.