Unraveled

I reach for words, but they shatter, scattering like ashes in the stillness you left behind. The silence wraps around me, suffocating and cold, an unwelcome shroud that clings to my skin. My voice trembles, caught between the desperate urge to cling to you and the razor’s edge of letting go.

You’ve always left your thoughts half-formed, dangling like frayed threads in a tapestry unraveling. I gather them, fingers quaking, trying to weave something whole from the remnants of us. Each fragment feels like a ghost, whispering of what once was, leaving me with a mosaic of longing that haunts my every thought.

The weight of all that remains unspoken pulls me under, dragging me deeper into the void that threatens to swallow me whole. I scream into the spaces you’ve abandoned, my cries echoing against the walls of this emptiness, but even the sounds flee, dissolving into the fractures of everything we could’ve been.

In the depths of night, I lie awake, replaying our moments—laughter like music fading into the stillness. I clutch the pillow, wishing it could absorb my sorrow, conjuring you back to me in dreams where we still exist, unbroken.

Dawn breaks, spilling pale light across the room, illuminating the truth I dread to face: I am alone in this battle. The stillness remains, an unyielding companion that mocks my attempts to bridge the growing distance. I wonder if you’ve turned away completely, leaving me to drown in the hollow where your warmth once enveloped me.

Each day blurs into the next, and I long for a sign, a flicker of recognition that you feel this ache too. But all I find is emptiness, a void resonating with questions—do you even remember me?

Standing at the precipice of this chasm, longing gnaws at me, a relentless tide pulling me under. The last vestiges of hope slip away like grains of sand, and I stare into the abyss, grappling with the truth: you may never return. Yet beneath this aching sorrow, a flicker of resilience stirs within me. I must find a way to let go, to breathe again in the oppressive silence that threatens to consume me.

With every breath, I realize that even in this hollow, there is a flicker of light—a reminder that I can survive, that I can reshape the emptiness into something new. I may not be whole, but I am still here, still searching for the words that will one day set me free.