he replays her birthday through his mind
“make a wish,” he says with excitement.
she pauses,
thoughts running,
then blows out the flame.
He remembers her smile,
The way the candle dimmed,
And how their love did too.
Now he lies awake wondering,
Was the wish she made
For someone better?
For him to fade away?
His heart shattered,
He gathers the pieces
Trying to make sense of what remains
She once told him,
“Maybe one day I’ll be creative inspiration”
Maybe she knew.
Maybe this was her plan.
Awake, he lays in the dark,
Writing poems and stories of
How the relationship lost its spark.
Broken-hearted, sobbing
He whispers to himself.
“My darling, you’ve become my muse”
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 3:36 AM UTC
he replays her birthday through his mind
“make a wish,” he says with excitement.
she pauses,
thoughts running,
then blows out the flame.
He remembers her smile,
The way the candle dimmed,
And how their love did too.
Now he lies awake wondering,
Was the wish she made
For someone better?
For him to fade away?
His heart shattered,
He gathers the pieces
Trying to make sense of what remains
She once told him,
“Maybe one day I’ll be creative inspiration”
Maybe she knew.
Maybe this was her plan.
Awake, he lays in the dark,
Writing poems and stories of
How the relationship lost its spark.
Broken-hearted, sobbing
He whispers to himself.
“My darling, you’ve become my muse”
A smile so genuine. So pure. So raw. I hope I never forget her smile