A Vestigial Thing.

Today as always you surround me like a ghost, and your words dance in my eyes with the cold sunlight, as anything and everything is tied to them as if they form a language in their own right. It's a vestigial thing.

Vestigial because like this, like this is okay too. My legs are stronger every day, I can stand, walk, run on my own. If you would love me... But. Like this, like this is okay too.