Every now and then, the pictures of us two pop up on my screen,
Frozen moments, clear smiles—what we were, what we became.
So many sweet memories of our lives together,
Seasons stitched with care, but voices that whispered it is not forever.
Some shadows grow long on the canvas of the past,
And love, once bright, faded too fast.
All of those images don't match with the last
Impression that left a bitter taste—too sharp, too vast.
I am sure I was not blind,
To the kindness and care in you, the place I felt mine.
I am not so sure, you were real,
Not a dream I made up, not a lie I would feel.
I am not so sure.
Now, you’re just a ghost behind the screen,
Silence replaced your voice I that so greatly hurt me.
Left an empty space, where I can be.
Allowing me to rebuild, to hear my own, to trust in me.
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