She said,
“You died the day I left.
I don’t know that person anymore.”

And she was right.
My ego shattered the moment she walked away.
The arrogance that held me together
turned to dust in her absence.

Without it, I’m unrecognizable,
even to myself.
No pride, no mask, no armor,
just this endless ache.

What is my limit now?
How far can I fall?
I don’t know.
I’m still falling.