Now I understand what it is

This latent pain,

that I feel so inside

but at the same time so distant.

Something that has remained

But that he is dead.

Like a ghost

that wanders in my body,

in my soul,

in the heart.

Of all those things

Of all those people

Which there were

And now, they’re gone.

Feel the suffering

Like a weight that is no longer there,

be free of it

but still prisoners at the same time.

Like a part of your body that has come off,

but it’s like hearing it again

and it hurts.

So I feel the absence of my heart

And of love.

Who knows if when I think I feel something

It’s really happening

Or is that what I no longer have

Let me try it?

A memory,

a reminder of a hope that now

is dead.

A Phantom Pain.