The sky is heavy with silence
No god speaks tonight
Only the breathless hush of space
spilling into a world
trying not to fall apart

You sit with your knees pulled to your chest,
the sand colder than you thought it’d be
Everything feels like it’s waiting

You try to remember the last time
you truly wanted to stay
Not survive
Not distract
But stay

The waves keep folding into themselves,
and the air smells like salt and sleep
You wonder how the world keeps moving
with so many people lost in their own weather

You think of the way your mother said your name
when she wasn’t angry,
the way a stranger once held a door
and meant it

You think of someone you used to love
and how their absence
taught you everything
about presence

And it hits you
this world, so fragile it cracks under headlines,
still dares to spin
Children still grip their father’s fingers
as if the universe begins in that gesture
Somewhere, someone writes their first poem,
believing it might save them

Maybe it’s not God,
or gravity,
or some grand machine

Maybe it’s
a girl humming a Beach House song
in the back of a half-empty bus,
two people who don’t speak the same language
still laughing at the same dog chasing waves

Maybe it’s this
a soft defiance against collapse,
the way a soul leans forward,
even bruised
Even tired
Maybe it’s the quiet decision
to reach out
one more time

And maybe that’s enough?

Cut me wide,
let the truth spill out

This isn't mercy,
it's the cost of doubt


I didn’t break the way you planned

I held the fire in my hands
You wanted quiet,

I roared instead

A hurricane

Inside my chest

You called it peace when you walked away

But I still wake with your name

Like a scar behind my teeth

Like something
I can't rinse clean


You left, but you still remain

A bruise I sing through every day
I wasn't still
I shook the ground

You wanted shadows,
I gave sound

No apology for thunder skies

I never learned to whisper lies

No soft goodbye,
no fading line

Just silence dressed up as divine

But peace should never taste like ash
And I still carry what we had

You called it peace when you turned away

But I still wake with your name

Not just a bruise, not just a sting

It’s carved into my everything

You left, but I remain

With your storm beneath my skin

this feels brighter
as if the light
has remembered
how to touch skin

the colors of our childhood have come back
crayon blue skies
the chirping
the colors of the flowers
and the smell
oh the smell

not exactly as they were
everything feels like return
but not quite return

and still, underneath it all
a strange quiet
not absence
as if we’ve died so many little deaths
the body has stopped keeping count

this ending feels like
a well-rehearsed ritual
the last page of a book
we wrote in pencil
softly erasing itself
while we smile and say,
yes
this is how it always was
and was always going to be

what a gentle way to disappear
by becoming more visible
by returning, not to youth
but to the myth of it
and letting it wash over us
one final time

like a sky too blue
to believe in
but still, we look up

If I am everyone and everything
And everything and everyone is me
Why do I feel so ******* lonely?