Your Fairy Tale

There is a place not in time, not in space but in the persistence of what should have faded Where moments do not pass they accumulate layer upon layer like dust that remembers the shape of your hands I tried to forget not by erasing but by refusing to continue yet even absence insists on leaving a trace What is loss if not the continuation of something that no longer has the right to exist Your voice no longer sound but structure a pattern my mind keeps rebuilding without permission And I am left here not grieving you but enduring the echo of a meaning that never concluded If endings were real they would silence but this… this is continuation without purpose a sentence that cannot find its final word Tell me how do you mourn what never stopped being How do you bury what refuses the dignity of disappearance I do not miss you I endure you