Please, don’t walk past the echo in my chest,
I’m still humming the shade of your goodbye.
Moonlight drips like wax on the bed we left,
every drop a vow we never spoke.
Touch me once—just a ghost in the hallway—
I’ll trade tomorrow for tonight’s slow breath.
If love’s a fracture, let it keep on breaking,
just please, don’t seal the crack with someone else.