The Weight of What Remains

When I left, was it easy to love? Did you walk away without a second glance, As if the days we spent were just a fleeting trance? For me, it was tears, a storm within, Each drop a testament to where we’d been. I cried, I sobbed, I felt the weight of all, The echoes of your voice, the memories that fall. You turned your back as if it was just another day, As if what we had was nothing but a passing play. The roses we shared, their petals now turned to dust, The dinners, the laughter, lost in a world unjust. Did they mean nothing, did they fade so fast? Are we just remnants of a love that couldn’t last? You moved on as if our moments were mere shadows, As if I were invisible, lost in the afterglow. The joy we once had, now just a distant refrain, A melody of sorrow, a symphony of pain. I could lie to myself, build walls so high, Pretend I’m fine, that the tears have run dry. But the truth is, I care more than you’ll ever know, Twice as much as the affection you chose to forego. In every silent night, in every waking dream, I feel the depth of a love that wasn’t what it seemed. If you don’t feel, I will bear the weight for you, In every lingering ache, in every