You found a way to love me when I no longer had the heart to give you. It’s been gone for a while now. Gone along with any love that I can remember feeling. Years after losing her, like the ghost of cardiac unrest haunting a hollow chest, it is pain that is left behind, with faint cries left to echo through empty corridors and chambers. I will understand if you leave, but I will do my best to love you with this phantom heart.