Salt crusts onto ceramic cheeks.
Heavy air sits between us,
thick with ghosts of unspoken
vows once held like porcelain.
Fragile glass shattered underfoot now.
Blood blooms through white socks,
staining every shared memory red.
You watched the fire die,
while I carried damp wood.
Effort became a solo performance,
the stage collapsing into ash.
Silence is a sharpened blade,
cutting through those hollow words.
Empty chests rattle with betrayal.
We are thieves stealing time,
pretending fingers still touch across
this widening, jagged tectonic rift.
Cold rain dissolves our ink,
washing away the blurred signatures.
Nothing remains but bitter residue.
Grey light filters through dust,
exposing how we failed together.
The mirror shows two strangers,
haunted by what stayed unbuilt.
Grief tastes like rusted iron.
Aching ribs house dead birds.
Love was just scaffolding abandoned.
Breath hitches in dry throats.
Loneliness arrived before we left.
Everything burns down to bone.