Fractured Feelings

You said forever like a song, but silence stitched the final verse. I held the warmth, you wore it wrong— now echoes answer something worse. A smile broke mid-lip, mid-light, like glass unsure of what it holds. Your hands were near, then out of sight, still etched in spaces going cold. Half-heard truths and half-meant care hung trembling on the windowpane. What we don't say still fills the air— a grief too delicate to name. And here I sit, a scattered glow, one part of me still reaching back, one part convinced I’ll never know if love was whole, or just a crack.