I watered the roots of a dying tree
Hoping our love would return to me

Like dust settling on a forgotten shelf
I gathered grief and lost myself

Your promises were paper boats in the rain
Dissolving slowly, amplifying pain

Like a clock with no hands on a silent wall
I mark the time of nothing at all

Your touch left imprints on my weary skin
A map of every place the pain begins

I measure my days by the ache they bring
Some are whispers, others loudly ring

Like a compass drawn to magnetic north
My grief keeps pulling me back and forth

I planted our love in a field of stone
And wondered why it died when left alone

The garden gate swings open for no one now
Rusted on the hinges of a broken vow

The vase that held our love now holds only dust
A monument to the death of trust

I became the question to your answered prayer
Always present, never really there

I try to outrun the ghost of what we had
But every road leads back to feeling sad

Like a coin tossed into a wishing well
My hopes sank into the dark where they fell

Your absence is louder than a crowded room
A deafening silence that spells my doom

The polaroid of us has faded to white
Like the color drained from my darkest night

I kept your secrets like sacred flame
You scattered mine without an ounce of shame

Your farewell was written in invisible ink
I only saw it after I had time to think

The teacup with the chipped rim was yours
I drink from it daily, opening old doors

I found solace in the company of the moon
Another lonely soul shining in the gloom

Like a song whose lyrics I have lost to time
I hum the tune of our forgotten rhyme

I am a lighthouse warning ships from my shore
Because love crashed here once before

Your cruelty wore a mask of tenderness
And I kissed both faces with equal eagerness

Like a feather falling through an endless sky
I drift through time still asking why

The playlist we shared has become my requiem
Every track a tribute to the end of them

The window pane holds the ghost of your face
Breath marks of a love that left no trace

I measured the depth of my love by the fall
And realized the bottom has no floor at all

Your goodbye was a sentence with no appeal
A verdict my broken heart must learn to feel

The recipe we made together tastes like tears
Seasoned with the salt of all these years

I collect your broken vows like shattered pearls
A necklace of pain that slowly unfurls

Like candles blown out at a forgotten feast
Our joy extinguished, love long since ceased

I tried to rebuild what your storm tore down
But every brick just crumbles to the ground

I gave you my winter, my spring, my fall
You gave me a summer that was not summer at all

I carved a boat from the wood of broken dreams
And sailed it down the river of my screams

I stitched a quilt from the fabric of our past
A blanket of sorrow that was built to last

The doorbell rang and I rushed to the hall
But it was just the wind making its usual call

The scent of you still haunts the coat you wore
A fragrance I keep breathing, craving more

The old rocking chair moves with a phantom weight
Swaying to the rhythm of a love gone late

The bookmark still holds the page where we stopped
A story frozen where the curtain dropped

The umbrella you forgot still leans by the door
Waiting for a storm it won't shelter anymore

The shoes by the door still point in pairs
One for me, one for the ghost who no longer cares

The inbox waits for messages that will never come
From fingers that have long since gone numb

Like an actor who has forgotten every line
I stand on the stage of grief and pretend I am fine

The lighthouse beam sweeps an empty ocean tonight
Searching for a ship that sailed out of sight

Like a fisherman casting nets into an empty lake
I keep hoping for a catch that will never take

I am a cathedral with shattered stained glass
Light pours through the cracks of a beautiful past

Your last glance was a knife thrown in slow motion
I watched it spin through the air of devotion

The voicemail I saved plays like a lullaby of grief
A recording of the thief who stole my belief

Your love was an earthquake that measured no scale
The destruction invisible, hidden behind a veil