to the one who broke me. who broke my heart into tiny pieces.
you.
you exist only in echoes, not in presence. i still hear you, and can still trace the outline of your body in my fingertips. your hums – a fickle lullaby i play as i drift into the abyss. your ice cold heart envelops my ember-lit heart.
all its million glinting pieces.
somewhere in the universe, we never bade goodbyes. but in this lifetime – this now – you are a poem i am finished writing.