You moved through me Like a rumor no one questioned, All sharp edges and sugar-quiet I was stupid enough to believe. Your name still hangs Between the radiator hiss And the walls peeling like they know How temporary I am. I gave you silence, You filled it with your absence. I traced you in chalk, But the rain had other plans. You were gone before I could even lie to myself. I screamed through my skin, You just turned up the volume Of someone else. The mirror keeps your ghost In the corner of my jawline. Every smile now feels like theft, Like I owe you pain for free. Muh-Huh. I kept the shirt you left behind (It doesn’t smell like you anymore), But some nights, I wear it just to disappear a little slower. If I bled in lowercase, Would you finally read me? I traced you in chalk, Thin white lies on pavement hearts. You danced out of frame While I held the pose, Fool with open hands, Mouth full of splinters, Waiting for a flood in a drought. I learned to sleep In the shape of your “no.” It fits me too well now. Like a suit I can’t afford But still wear To every fucking funeral I host for hope. I traced you in chalk, And stood in the outline Long after the storm. No epilogue. No closure. Just this mess of a song And a heartbeat I don’t trust anymore.
