I trace the shape of your face onto the smooth surface of these walls. I dig my nails into the surface, slowly clawing for depth. I rip through the drywall and metal finding what I was looking for. I pull out your essence and bask in its temporary trip. I cup it close to my chest and it feels just like you. As soon as I enjoy this moment, you begin to crumble in my hands. Piece by piece, I begin to lose this. Let’s just be happy this isn’t really you and something in my imagination. I place my hand on the hole in the wall where I left a part of myself. I rip flesh from my body to fill this void and the wall seems patched. I didn’t think I would be giving up so much just to enjoy that short moment with you.