Ghosted

You disappeared.

No Rhyme.

No Reason.

A void.

That was it.

A void in my heart,

for the loss I knew,

I would never regain.

Your smile.

Your touch.

Your voice.

Your warmth.

just, Gone.

Just a hole.

A chunk of my heart,

Vaporized.

I'll tell myself stories.

Of what happened to you.

I'll want to believe them.

I so want to.

That you didn't actually choose,

to just leave.

Disappear without a trace.

Bc that would have meant

the truly unbearable thought

that I wasn't even worth

the words

to utter goodbye.