#extinguishing

A story about the presence of someone who is actually no longer here.

Mountain Echo

I call. You drift. Each day a fraction deeper into the mist.

I read your eyes the spark has moved to an address I do not know. Where does your heart sleep now?

I do not say it aloud, but it lives in the white space: I love you with a weight that breaks words.

You inhabit a room in my soul. The door stands ajar. Always.

And yet I hear the sigh of a draft announcing a gentle close.

Stay. Become a rhythm in my breath, a shadow that does not leave my light.

There was a moment when you chose me. It stands still. It does not age.

I have been blessed. I know the colour of happiness.

But fear grows slowly, like moss on a cold wall.

I reach for you as if distance were a substance I could push away with my hands.

The distance between us is not a road we can walk, but a landscape in which I lose my way while sitting beside you.

Come closer. Become solid again.

Without you I slip free from my own anchor.

The night already knows: I clutch a pillow as if it were an answer, as if it still breathed your name.

My hands search the air that refuses to take shape.

I gather the crumbs of your gaze. I save them for the winter already lodged in my bones.

If this is the edge of what we were, let me feel your nearness one more time, as if time itself has erred.

The silence where your heart now rests is a language I do not speak.

I bow. Not from weakness, but because I do not know how to carry the sky without you.

Stay. Or do not vanish completely. Leave a trace of light behind for without you I am not gone, but a sentence halfway.

Chemistry: Extinguishing candles with gas

You guessed it. A minimalist story about a love ending.

The End

This is the end, my dearest, no name left to linger, only a sound that dissolves into distance.

My last tear.

This is the end.

Not like a break, but like the quiet fading of something that never found a place where it could keep burning.

We were an attempt at closeness in a world that kept folding itself between us.

No guilt. No reason that holds.

Only space, larger than we could carry.

There were days that reached for each other and just missed.

Words that drew back before they could take on meaning.

Your voice, always somewhere else.

Mine an echo without a source.

There was a road, but it never ran together.

There was a time, but it never held us.

There was a body that still remembered what it felt like not to be alone.

Before the light came, everything stood still.

A door without promise.

A glance that asked for nothing anymore.

And the knowing soft, irrevocable.

Beautiful friend, this is the end.

Not lost, but grown unreachable.

Not broken, but fallen apart into possibilities that never came together.

I let you go without moving at all.

You don’t disappear, you simply shift to a place where I cannot exist.