Whisper on the Wind

The rain is mirroring my soul today. Just a relentless, gray downpour. Much like the tears I can't seem to stop crying. I don't even know how long it's been. Since you left. Since my sphere shattered into a million pieces.


 


You've gone. Just like that. Vanished. Like a whisper on the wind.


 


The ache in my chest hasn't lessened. I look in the mirror and don't recognize the stranger staring back. My eyes are dull and hollow. The resplendent colors of life have leached away.


 


Each moment of stillness becomes a stage upon which the scene of our last argument performs. And the memory stretches into an endless loop within the confines of my skull. It was a fight that spiraled out of control. The words we both said in anger. Words that can never be taken back. Now, all I have is the ghost of your scent lingering in the sheets.


 


If only I had... if only I hadn't... The "what ifs" are a constant torment. 


 


My phone sits untouched on the nightstand. A text from my friend, asking if I wanted to go out. I just stared at it, and tears blurred the screen. How can I face the world when a part of me is forever broken?


 


I remember the way your eyes would crinkle at the corners when you smiled, the way you'd hold me close and make things feel right. Oh, we built our world on stolen glances and secret vows, late-night phone calls that stretched into dawn. Now everything feels cold and lifeless.


 


I don't know how to breathe, how to eat, or how to even get out of bed some days. Every corner of this apartment screams your name. I curl into a ball, burying my face in my knees. The smell of damp earth and petrichor only amplifies the desolation.


 


The rain keeps hammering down. And I'm drowning in grief, with no compass to guide me home.







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