Something I Wrote After She Ghosted Me
In the shadowy recesses of my soul, your presence still lingers
a haunting specter that refuses to depart. Thirty-four years of silence, a vast and darkened chasm, stretched between us.
For fourteen months we talked
Then you disappeared
yet the memories of our fleeting reunion still burn within me like a midnight fire. The whispers of our conversations, the echoes of our laughter, all silenced now, lost in the void of your departure.
Your abrupt vanishing, a cruel and heartless blow, left me shattered, a fragile vessel broken upon the rocks of despair. I am consumed by the darkness of your absence, tormented by the unanswerable question: why did you flee, leaving me to suffer in this desolate silence?
Yet, despite the anguish, despite the shadows that shroud my heart, I remain bound to you, a prisoner of my own devotion. I shall hold vigil, a sentinel of sorrow, waiting for the day when perhaps, in some forsaken realm, our paths may cross again. Until then, know that my love for you shall endure, an eternal and unyielding flame, burning brightly in the darkness.