Where have the letters gone?

Lost, gone in time...

Will they be found again?

Will they soon be mine?

The letters are drips,

essences of who I used to be,

little sips.

I used to take little sips of drinks,

and time,

And now I'm fighting for me,

fighting for my life.

Without them, it's different...

Unreal,

but I like it.

Without one to push me down,

I can have both feet

on the ground.