She's more than moved on
She's buried my name in a dark place along with the others

I feel it well in my chest
The same pain I told her to let go of

The fractured self is such a curious example of naivety
My soul presses into the memory
My heart sheds tears that only she has seen
And my mind doubts the perfect things I told myself

The air struggles to find the bottom of my lungs
Vision blurry while I look at my reflection

So softly I whisper the truth that used to hold me at night
So tentatively I allow my steps to guide the walk I hold in such high regard

My words now are not that of wisdom and somber reflection

But of a cry into the night

And a denial of tomorrow's light