3d
She dreams
of what never was.
No man
can match the shape
she carved in absence.
So she stays
half-settled,
half-burning…
Hurting the one who stayed
for not being
the one
who never came.
of what never was.
No man
can match the shape
she carved in absence.
So she stays
half-settled,
half-burning…
Hurting the one who stayed
for not being
the one
who never came.
Longing, when shaped by fantasy, often becomes a quiet weapon turned inward or toward whoever remains.
(Earth, briefly.)
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