She used unspoken parts of me
as if they were discount treasures
in a thrift store,
tossing them away just as casually.
The violet version of me
waiting for a dance,
in the corners of my mind.

"Time heals all wounds."

Well,
years have passed,
and I can't find them anymore,
the loving whispers and tender fingers.

I built walls without a door,
for romantic ghosts
to haunt a lonely king
in an empty castle.