Here I hand in my resignation letter-

The ink soaked with the weight of days that slipped away unnoticed.
Each letter a fragment of warmth now gone cold,
Dissolved into the pages like fading smoke,
Caught between a our dreams and memories that never fully formed.

The paper, woven from threads of forgotten promises,
Each line stained with the silence of words we never spoke
Folds where once love settled, now fragile as time,
Left abandoned in the hollow spaces where we once belonged.

Each word, a swallowed whisper trembling on the edge of my tongue,
Words that floated into the echoes of our lost conversations,
Only to dissolve into the void of our screams alone

Each letter is a kiss left untouched,
buried under the weight of your silence
The kisses left suspended on the edge of our childhood dreams
Only to be found scared to leave my mouth.