The ghost of your skin is still warm on my palms. Your scent lingering in the spaces between my fingers. My eyes are still on the last place that held your shadow. You've disappeared through the door that's still open. I can't bring myself to shut it, for fear that I might lose you forever then.
The moment stretches on and I can't feel anything except for this dull thumping of my heart.
It was a mistake to hold you so close and kiss you with love. And it was an even bigger mistake to hope that you kiss back. Mistakes that cut off our red strings of fate. And now, like autumn leaves in the cool breeze, our souls are drifting apart, blown away from the other to lands far from this place.
Calling this heartbreak would be cruel. This feels like death.
As I feel the colours in me drain away along with the warmth inside, I know you've killed me with your absence. Or perhaps your presence all along...
I know you will never return.
You won't ever come back.
I won't see you ever again.
And I won't see this me ever again too.
The sky is still sleeping outside. And soon the love in me will go to sleep as well.
They say empty vessels make the most sound. But the screams of my soul only come out as whispers against the silence of this dawn.
I've lost you and I've lost myself.
As the sky turns to a mixture of greyish pink, I stand at the same spot you left me. Wondering why everyone says love is beautiful, when it has been a painful poison all along.
