Ailments [bad word] fragments of imagination,
I am encumbered by nothing
hand in hand with the ghost of your former self.
someone I once held away from the torments of situation,
no longer am I strong enough.
another voice has taken over
controlling,
binding,
leaving the person I am [bad word] helpless
awaiting it’s next consensus.
a face that is not there taunts me,
breathing the same air she held within her lungs,
breaking
for it all seemed so familiar.
I’ve been lost and faded into this place,
waking only to find it still surrounds me,
blocking out the pain,
but with it [bad word] 
for I was a being existing but absent of life,
selective thoughts showing only bliss,
sifting through tarnished images of a past you were a part of.
mind blanketed by memories
the ghosts of your former self,
someone I once held
and
time stood still,
time stood still
at least to us,
at least to us.