I can no longer feel your hand in mine.

The spirit releases its clasp on the body, like a dandelion seed from its stem, and away I float.

On the tumult of the air, like a fragrance, intangible, I embrace you. You breathe me in.

It’s like we never parted.

Casey Laine comes from a long line of talkative women. Despite that, she’s an introvert who enjoys spending time alone, reading, writing, walking in the park. In her spare time, she chases butterflies with her camera.