In the darkened corners of the web, I trace the echoes of your absence,

Wondering if you linger, if your eyes ever drift to the remnants I leave behind.

Do you skim my stories, curious if I’ve stitched myself together?

Do you glance at my playlists, seeking clues in the songs that now fill my silence?

Or do you scroll past, indifferent, as I unravel in plain sight?

I imagine you don’t.

You’ve moved on, buried beneath another’s warmth, while I remain here,

Scraping at the cold walls of solitude, wiping away the tears that fall unseen,

Every night, without fail, in a world where you no longer wonder.