๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐,
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
Every time I asked where we were going,
you offered me a mapโwith no destination,
no roads, no light.
Your eyes used to blaze like firelightโ
now they dim like dying stars; cold, distracted, almost gone.
You were once full of life beside me,
but I watched you vanish in small, daily deathsโ
of words unspoken,
dreams withheld,
promises stalled.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฒ๐๐…
Even when I felt myself fading,
just to fit beside your growing absence.
It wasnโt anger that made me walk away,
it was the ache of knowing
I had become a ghostโ
haunting someone who no longer sees me.
โ
*image: logan weaver / unsplash
