I'm haunted by the stillness of your image.
It does not move, nor does it breathe,
Which is a betrayal of the greatest sort
To the liveliness of what you were.
I suppose ghosts have no power after all.
.
Why did I expect vibrancy from your
Eternal shuffling around the planet?
Was I delusional or just overly drunk
To think you would fill my life again
Despite having left it once already?
.
I could have tolerated a hollow shadow,
But seeing the colors of you against
The black canvas of my eyelids, unmoving,
Still as Death itself, has broken the
Glass-like surface of my reality.
.
What remains has become stagnant,
Utterly unwilling to move no matter
The force pressing upon its spine,
And I am stuck in chains of memories,
Wishing desperately to fly with you again.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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