Silence bleeds where your name used to sing,
moonlight crawls across the cracked porcelain.
I breathe in the shards, each exhale a scream,
folding the night into paper-thin dreams.
Stars drip like wax on the blade of the past,
every cut spells the vow that we swore would last.
I gather the darkness, stitch it to bone—
if love can’t be whole, let it haunt me alone.