Every bone in my body aches for the echo of your presence.
I didn’t think you’d become my deepest wound—
I called you my greatest love, never my most haunting scar.
I pictured you in my forever,
Not in the memories I now flinch from.
The stars still whisper your name—ours.
How do I tell the night sky to stop hoping?
My phone still waits for that one name to light it up,
How do I silence the screen,
When my heart still screams your absence?
The radio plays our song—
Do I break it, or let it break me?
The streets we walked together feel foreign now.
Familiar corners now stab at my chest.
Every time I hear your name,
My lungs forget how to breathe,
And my foolish heart rattles like it's begging for release.
I won’t lie—
I still miss you,
But maybe we were both too wrecked to be anything but a tragedy.
There’s nothing left to do but accept it—
That you’re gone.
Not on pause.
Not returning.
Gone.
And I have to live with the ache,
With this truth that carved itself into my soul like a dull knife.
I’m terrible at letting go,
But I will.
I must.
Even if it kills what little light I have left.
𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘆 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗣𝗛
