you disappeared without a sound,
no closing door,
no final sentence
to tell me where to place the ending.
sometimes i imagine you
walking through another version of life
where I don’t exist at all,
where my name never crosses your mind
the way yours lingers in mine.
i look for you in small things.
songs that feel familiar,
crowded streets in a city you don’t even live in,
places we would enjoy together.
it’s strange how absence has weight.
how it follows me home,
sits beside me quietly,
waiting for me to notice it again.
i wonder if you are happy
or just busy learning how to forget.
i wonder if you ever reach for your phone
and stop halfway,
remembering there is no reason to call.
without you
the map of my days feels wrong,
like i’m walking paths
that used to lead somewhere
and now just keep going.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 1:34 AM UTC
you disappeared without a sound,
no closing door,
no final sentence
to tell me where to place the ending.
sometimes i imagine you
walking through another version of life
where I don’t exist at all,
where my name never crosses your mind
the way yours lingers in mine.
i look for you in small things.
songs that feel familiar,
crowded streets in a city you don’t even live in,
places we would enjoy together.
it’s strange how absence has weight.
how it follows me home,
sits beside me quietly,
waiting for me to notice it again.
i wonder if you are happy
or just busy learning how to forget.
i wonder if you ever reach for your phone
and stop halfway,
remembering there is no reason to call.
without you
the map of my days feels wrong,
like i’m walking paths
that used to lead somewhere
and now just keep going.
why does everyone leave? why do i feel so lost?
