I watched as you walked by the 4 Square court,
waiting for a twitch, or a catch in your stride—
any small sign that meant you still knew I was there.
Trying to prove that you were still carrying the parts of me—
the ones that I can’t seem to find anymore.
I never had to weigh the world before you
but now, every silence is a landslide
and every word a debt I cannot pay.
Suddenly, my life has become the first math problem
I haven’t been able to solve.
I’m a ghost haunting my own life,
and you’re the only thing solid enough to see.
You don’t even have to look at me to burn like the sun;
you just exist
and I’m the shadow you leave behind on the asphalt.
If I could walk up to you
flip a switch and delete every memory
you have of me, you have of my name—
I’d do it.
Just for the chance to walk up to you
a stranger,
and try again.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 10:40 PM UTC