In Your Days

- Rift: Part II - Poem IV -

I see the hollow in your eyes, the space where I once stayed,

A love I swore would weather storms, that I let fade,

You reached for me through quiet nights, I turned away,

And now the silence left by you is all that’s left to say,

Is the same happening in your days?

I thought that I could breathe again by stepping out alone,

But freedom felt like paper skies, fake and a cutting tone

You’d given me your steady hands, your trust without demand,

But I dropped them, like our ocean’s grains of sand

You could have found a thousand hearts, yet you chose to call me “mine,”

I held that truth like burning gold, but failed to see the signs

Regret now folds around my chest a weight I can’t defend,

I became the disappearing act that marked our end

I left you in the burning rain, your hands still reaching out,

Pretending I was weightless while you drowned in fear and doubt

I carved a hole inside your chest, claimed I had to go,

Truth is, I was terrified of the love that couldn’t grow

I dressed my leaving as a need, a hunger to be free,

But every night I choke on the choices I made between you and me,

Your voice still haunts my dreams, your eyes still haunt my days,

And I can’t scrub this blood left from all my quiet ways,

It stains cover me in your days

You could have loved a braver soul, someone who’d never flee,

But still you chose the vanishing ghost that hid inside of me

Now all I have are echoes and a heart that won’t amend,

For I was the disappearing act that broke your story’s end