You lay next to me as a ghost did their lover in the darkest of nights
Yet you were but a ghost
I heard you breathing,
But breathing does not necessarily mean you're alive.
I felt you move,
But that didn't mean you were necessarily there.
What was once electric had now become stale,
Cold,
Stagnant,
Static.
You were in my presence without being present.
That's when loving you became but a chore.
I sat feeling alone, with you by my side, wondering "where's the one that I adore?"
Those nights are when I began to realize you were never really there,
Yet I continued to wear my heart as if a cross to bare.
And in those nights I realized, you were never really mine.
Just a constant lingering absence, set to waste my time.
You were so cold and unassuming, yet charming as can be,
However when nightfall upon us and the moon shine bright, the one left empty was me.
That's when the curtain began to close on us, our hearts taking out final bow.
For the same emptiness I felt deeply then, is the nothingness I feel towards you now.
Writen in memory of what will never be again.
