The Ghosts We Leave Behind

 The thought of you lingers like a breeze,

A whisper in the quiet, a calm I can’t appease.
I’m here, still learning to stand alone,
But time has carved you into my very bones.

Each arrow you loosed left its quiet mark,
Wounds once mended, now fading in the dark.
If you’d looked closer, you might have found,
The love I held, without a sound.

I stood when the world gave you nothing,
A steady presence, though my heart was breaking.
Through every storm, I remained near,
But you never saw me, never drew me near.

When I turned, I thought you’d fight,
Come to me in the still of the night.
But you never came, never called my name,
And I stayed, quiet in the ache and the flame.

Now, I watch as life unfolds,
While my heart carries stories untold.
A love once given, now sealed by fate,
Lost in the silence, heavy with weight.

If only you had come, like a knight in the night,
I would have run to you, to make things right.
But you let me slip away, no words, no plea,
While I stayed, lost in the spaces you couldn’t see.

Maybe one day, you’ll turn and see,
What was left behind, what could have been.
But by then, it’ll be too late, a whisper in the past,
For love unspoken is a wound that never heals, too vast.

Life’s not measured in gold or fame,
But in hearts that endure through sorrow and shame.
And now, it’s your loss, the cost too steep,
A love that was always there, now buried too deep.

The weight of it lingers, a wound that won't close,
A silence so heavy, where no comfort grows.
The ache, it stays, a tear in the heart,
A love I gave, now torn apart.

The pain, it lingers, the ache never dies,
A love lost forever beneath the sky.
And though time moves, the sting never fades,
For a love that was once true is now locked in shades.

A broken heart doesn’t go unscathed,
It will linger, will ache, and will never be saved.
The price of love, now lost in despair,
Is a sorrow so deep, it can never compare.

In the end, it is you who will pay the price,
For love unreturned comes with a heavy device.
What was real is now lost, and the cost too steep,
A love that was given, now buried too deep.