Saw you there—across the asphalt road,
Alone as a ghost, eyes hung in the trees.
Brief was the flash—your spot in the silence,
Hope in my chest rose, then quickly fell.
Called out your name, not seeking an answer,
Only to feel the echo return.
Lost is the power, lost is the yearning,
Tattered is my heart, wearied of hope.
Smiling again—yes, the twin smile,
Devoid of light, a shadow of grace.
Once you had said you loved all that I am—
Will your voice tremble, if you say it now.
What I once saw is scattered in silence,
Flickers of soul, now submerged too deep.
There is no reaching, no resurrection—
Too many nightmares live in your chest.
So I stared, and you asked how I’d been.
Flat was your voice, no tension in the wind.
Does nothing remain? —your longing, nor mine.
Only the trusted distance, stubborn, and kind.
So I turned back onto my own path,
Carried your name like ash on my tongue.
Love was a flash—was a war I once fought.
You were not meant to take what I gave.
Only to feel something real.
