Wednesday, July 23, 2025

Downcast

She whispers soft, then slips away,
A shadow fading into gray.
The rooms we shared now feel so cold,
A story left, untold, unsold.

She says it’s nothing, just a meal,
But hearts don’t break on what they feel.
A laugh, a glance, a simple chance—
Yet here I drown in this expanse.

She fears the weight that love might bring,
The silent risk of everything.
I watch her go, no hands to hold,
Just empty walls and nights so old.

The clock ticks on without a sound,
In hollow space where hope’s not found.
The world outside moves on, unaware—
While I decay in stagnant air.

Days bleed to black, no light to see,
A hollow shell of what was me.
Breathing’s just a shallow game,
Life’s meaning lost without a name.

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