I burn bridges, I burn time, all because you said never would you be mine. A muse with no one to love her, not love me, or love you. Can you hear me? Can you hear the song silence sings? It hums in the spaces you used to fill, in the quiet between breaths I hold too long. I tried to outrun it, set fire to memory, watched the smoke rise like it might carry you back but ash doesn’t answer. So I sit with the echo, let it carve out a place where your name used to live. And maybe that’s all this is not love, not loss, just the sound of something that almost was. Can you hear it now? Or is it only mine?
