Dev Parth

She Became a Memory, I Became a Ghost

I loved her like the moon loves the tide,
pulling her close, yet pushed aside.
Every whispered dream, every silent plea,
was a love she never saw in me.

With trembling hands, I gave her my heart,
hoping she\'d take it, not tear it apart.
She smiled—soft, kind, but not mine,
her lips whispered, \"No, we’re not aligned.\"

Still, I stayed, a fool in the rain,
waiting, hoping, drowning in pain.
Love is blind, but I was too,
I believed in us—she never knew.

Then one day, the sky turned black,
a cruel wind whispered, \"She won’t come back.\"
I heard her laughter, but it wasn’t for me,
she was walking toward love, but setting me free.

She was wearing white, a bride-to-be,
while I stood there, unseen, just debris.
Not mine to hold, not mine to keep,
just a memory now, too shattered to weep.

I smiled, but my soul was a grave,
buried alive by the love I gave.
She moved on, like the seasons must,
and I became a ghost of lost trust.