life

He left without a backward glance, Like whispers lost on empty air, No ties that bound, no second chance, His heart unburdened, light, and bare. The moments shared, now cast aside, Like waves that kiss then leave the shore, No trace of longing in his stride, No weight to carry anymore. While I still sit with shadows near, He walks in light, untouched, unscathed, A world beyond without a tear, As if the love we had decayed. So easily, he closed the door, No echoes linger, just the past, For him, it’s gone a fleeting score And I’m the one who loved the last.