Faster Than a Flicker

I sort of hoped we would go out in flames, some dramatic spiral into rageful oblivion—a goodbye with ferocity and flair. But instead, you fled… it was worse than a ghost how quietly you left. No haunting, no wanting, just a blur—out of sight faster than a flicker. I tried to follow the trail of your absence, but it led nowhere—just an empty sky where even the stars refused to burn.