i.
you are here and still
gone at the same time.
a whisper noticed only
as a brush of breath
skims across the skin.

ii.
loss is palpable,
resonant like ghosts
wandering invisibly
through the soul.
phantom reminders
never quite fading
completely away.

iii.
solitude holds peace
and unrest equally.
a meeting ground
where imperfection
encounters mercy.