Lies between my fingers,
your ghost, your warmth—
but all I hold is silence,
cold and unforgiving.
A fleeting spark,
a cruel trick of the mind,
made me believe,
just for a second,
that you were here,
that I hadn’t lost you.
But reality is a hollow thing,
pressing against my chest,
caging me in,
no way forward,
no way back.
This is my penance,
karma was swift—
too swift.
If only, if only…
But regrets are whispers
lost in the wind.
You’re still inside me,
a shadow in my bones,
but I’ve woken up
from the grandest illusion—
and I wish I hadn’t.