Faded Echoes

Two years, a breath suspended in still air, where once his name was sacred, soft as rain, now it lingers in the cracks of what’s unfair, a ghost that whispers secrets of my pain. I, a keeper of the quiet, tender ache, once carved his name in spaces deep and wide, but she, the one I trusted, chose to break the fragile peace and take him as her guide. She, the shadow of my brightest dream, now dances with the man I called my hope; her laughter, once a song I used to sing, now chokes the air, and binds my heart with rope. How do I untangle years of shared light, of secrets spilled beneath the moonlit sky? How do I forget the warmth that felt so right, when now they walk as one, and I ask why? Is it my fault for loving from afar, for letting silence speak the words I kept? For letting him, that distant, fleeting star, remain a wish I silently have wept? Two worlds collide, my friend and love both lost, a broken bridge where once we used to stand. Now, in the silence, I count every cost, and grasp at fragments slipping through my hand. Fourteen, yet I carry this cruel weight, a burden unseen, but felt in every glance. The love I gave, too fragile to create, has crumbled now beneath their fleeting dance.