Touching on Love's Aftermath

You didn’t notice how every room started sounding like goodbye
and me stepping into each, thinking you were calling me.
Like a ghost, summoned by its own delusion,
Because I dared to hope it wasn’t real.

There is a crater where we called home
I blew it up.
With a shaking hand from the weight of how bad we let things end.
I couldn’t stand the idea of 
four walls remembering us better than we remember each other.

So I tore the house down.
Wall by wall, frame by frame.
Each window showed me what we could have been.
but all doors... led nowhere.
I plucked petals from a dead flower,
pretending the ending was ever in my control.

You think I don’t hurt because I left,
how do I put in words my heart is gnawing at my chest?
trying to find a way back to something buried a while ago.

Every love song we liked
crawls into my skin in the dead of night
Like your hands did when reaching
for one last hug.
When you swore you’d never leave.

Your cowardice put a noose in my throat.
it gets tighter
every time you don’t call.
Now all defeats taste like your absence.
Forever living in a month by your name.
I cannot look at my hands.

And you still don’t see it,

July. 

1, 2025