I loved you like a quiet universe, a small constellation I carried in my chest.
But even the stars burn out, ours dimmed slowly.
A soft betrayal of a fading light.
I learned heart break in the language of silence in the way your absence echoed louder.
I kept trying to stitch the sky back together, some constellations are not meant to be found twice.
Still… these ruins, this abyss, there is a gentle pulse. A reminder that new life is always formed.
Just like the galaxies that scatter, brighter.
To the ache that made me,
a luminous spark created from dust.
And that’s where I leave you… in the silence you taught me.
It is where my new form begins ✨