I was dressed in all black,
while you and her wore white,
the complete opposite.
It was as if I’d been edited out
of your story,
wiped away like a speck of dust
from a beautiful painting,
or cut out of a picture
where I wasn\'t needed anymore.
Was it a coincidence?
I don’t want to know.
Because what if it was God
trying to tell me
I no longer belonged.
Just like a pigeon among doves,
like a black swan among the white ones,
that it was no longer
you and me,
but you letting go.
It was as if you buried our love
in my absence,
as if I were attending its funeral.
I mourned the dead
while its afterlife
lived on within you and her.
I remained there—
maybe I was the ghost
of what we were.