A heavy sun split a silver shadow path in the ripples of the river.
It was a coy finger teasing around a bedroom door I'd thought I’d closed.
Its’ ghost followed my gaze to a stain on the bed sheets,
but my eyes were liars and they told me I saw you when I switched off my light to the world.
He was to me as cracks were to the tiles on the bathroom floor.
Broken so devastatingly into pieces that I could not be repaired;
only replaced by something new and glittering,
but resembling the shape I had left behind.
She filled the space,
abandoned on his birthday,
and she wore the shattering pressure of the weight of his love.
In moments of quiet,
he screamed in my thoughts.
Sitting in gridlock at the passenger side, imagining I hit my head so hard I obliterated the window
and my soul took flight into the milky way.
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
A heavy sun split a silver shadow path in the ripples of the river.
It was a coy finger teasing around a bedroom door I'd thought I’d closed.
Its’ ghost followed my gaze to a stain on the bed sheets,
but my eyes were liars and they told me I saw you when I switched off my light to the world.
He was to me as cracks were to the tiles on the bathroom floor.
Broken so devastatingly into pieces that I could not be repaired;
only replaced by something new and glittering,
but resembling the shape I had left behind.
She filled the space,
abandoned on his birthday,
and she wore the shattering pressure of the weight of his love.
In moments of quiet,
he screamed in my thoughts.
Sitting in gridlock at the passenger side, imagining I hit my head so hard I obliterated the window
and my soul took flight into the milky way.
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