We don't regret what we did, we regret what we didn't do.

Each day.
All I see—
a shadow.
For me,
you left
long ago.

Each day,
we share
the same space,
but there is no
trace
of you—
the person
I once knew.

Each day,
I long to
look deep
into your eyes.
But I know
all I will ever see
is black—
my reflection
staring back.

You don’t laugh anymore.

Well,

not like you did before.

...

It is soundless.
Is this how it was
Before You spoke?

𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦
𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴
𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴
𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴  
𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩
𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥
𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦