Days Alone
Here I stayed
when the silence broke—
the air, a breath
that barely woke me.
Your name lit up my phone,
but the meaning felt long gone.
I cried alone
to feel the sorrow,
a night too dark
to hold tomorrow.
The rain stood still,
in borrowed time,
each drop a pause
in my decline.
Soft, endless,
unheard—I spoke.
The truth was raw,
my voice near broke.
No comfort came,
no hand to...
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