Discovering Departure

I'm the destroyer, I know this.
I filled her absence with empty windows, reflecting TV screens and photographs that misrepresent me.
A constant reminder, she made you who you are, and now what you've become.

Discovering departure is always harder,
when there's no one to leave behind.

But I travel further when I'm asleep.
Following footsteps in my dreams,
trying to catch up to say this death just doesn't suit you.
This death just doesn't suit you.

But I'll fade much faster if you consume,
all of the forms that I've assumed.
And replace my ghost with old letters you've written about time, and what it means to you.