They ask me to move,
to pull my feet from underneath the thin ice and prove that I am alive;
Yes, I am alive!
This heart still beats
but it beats for you;
These lips still sing
but they sing for you;
These hands still love the bare
but it is your skin
that they crave;
They ask me if I am alive-
I am-
but only as much as you are
but only as much as I remember you.
-Gauri Walecha
From The Quill 