still reaching

I no longer dress up for the mirror, No lipstick, no perfume, no shine. What’s the point of looking lovely, When you’re no longer mine? Destiny has drawn its curtain, Without a script, without a cue. It whispers things I cannot answer— And none of them include you. I text you every morning, And I call most every night. But your silence breaks like thunder, In the quiet of my fight. You don't respond, you don't explain, No closure, no goodbye. Just a thousand scattered heartbeats, Asking why you let me cry. I've begged the stars for answers, But they only blink and fade. And I’m left holding pieces Of a love we never made. Still, I reach across the silence, To a space you used to fill. Maybe hope is just a habit— Maybe love is stronger still.