reminder of nothing

Ache. Aching. Will ache. Has ached. Will have ached.
To this I say, "yes."
My summer has been strange. Unusual. Different. Odd. Uncommon. I simultaneously fall apart and connect. Who are these people that arrive wordlessly and leave just as softly? Who are these people that I love, and lose, and then wrap up their memory as another reminder of what not to do?
I am good for more than what I have been given.
I can give more than I have offered.
I miss nothing that I once had, no matter what words I use. I do not want to be who I was. I do not want what I had.
I still ache for simple things. Wizard's curly stomach hair. His smile. His eyes. I miss him. What has happened to me?
How did this happen? From mystery? From longing? Right place, right time? How do I make this work for me? How can I either stop or start; just get out of this limbo?