So Long, It’s Been Real
Under flickering neon haze, our laughter tumbled like fractured glass,we barreled this devotion through the cracks of every red-light promise.Your “always” scraped my doubts against the curb; my “sure” fell silent in the slotas tires spun futile circles around the wreck of our cathedral ambitions.In the bar’s antiseptic glare, our shadows collided and recoiled—clinking ice in half-empty glasses, toasting ghosts of might-have-beens.
You slid your suitcase down the hallway, wheels grinding grout and regret;I bolted every hinge—rusted keys clicking sermons of finality.We abandoned bedside rituals: coffee mugs chipped by trembling hands,dog nudging my side of the bed, half-familiar in this new geometry.Your cat curled inside the empty suitcase, exonerated by absence,while text threads snap like brittle twine—each “K” both benediction and curse.
No more fights about dishes left to ferment in the sink’s dark mouth,no midnight raids for comfort snacks, no whispered vows over silent phones.We severed the chord of shared playlists—every track an echo in a hollow room,our heartbreak minted in sixteen characters or less, bartered as distraction.You post filtered laughter and borrowed scenery on screens I scroll past,thumbs grazing your life like a ghost in digital ruins I can’t revive.
In the quiet wreckage of this apartment, I trace fingerprints on fogged glass,count the fractures where sunlight once braided through tattered curtains.Books linger on shelves, spines intact but stories rotated without us,even the radiator hums a lullaby for two no longer in tune.The air tastes stale—coffee sour on the tongue—but one untouched mugholds a spark: every finality fractures a space for freedom’s return.
Here’s to love unbound by lids and locks, bleeding into empty streets,to solitary breakfasts that echo with the promise of new beginnings.Farewell to barroom confessions and the shrapnel of midnight’s pledges,to motorcycles spun in circles, to laughter hung too fragilely.I fold our history into the pocket of memory’s battered coatand step onto the pavement, free of your ghost’s imprint on my heartbeat.
Stars extinguish behind towering glass; I navigate side streets in darkness,starlit vows traded for streetlamp glints on puddles of yesterday.Each footstep writes a footnote: the way forward is always uncharted.I pack regrets like souvenirs from abandoned carnival rides.Yet every mile unwinds the tether until the horizon surrenders,and loneliness blooms wild in the garden of self-renewal.
Perhaps we’ll meet again in some faded corner of a mutual memory,laugh at shell-shocked jokes too broken to ever reconstruct.Your voice might drift through my reverie like a skipping stone—harmless—while I cup warmth in both hands, greeting dawn with no apology.Love dissolves in absence, yet residue glows in silent contrition,a faint flame refusing to die, fueling trust in uncovering new fires.
So long, it’s been real—etched in marrow, not just paper and ink.We severed shared vows but forged new covenants with ourselves.Every heartbreak paves a hidden path into deeper wildwoods,where roots tangle with truth and scars chart mazes worth exploring.I step beyond the bar’s last echo, shedding syllables of your name,and breathe into this empty world a vow to begin—unbound again.