Missing my Walt.💕
The calendar is a ghost of what has been,
Tracing years that blur into a single day.
The light still holds the shade of where you’ve been,
Though you have slipped so far, so far away.
I miss you with a weight that breaks the bone,
A hollow ache I cannot learn to bear.
I am too tired of standing here alone,
Searching for your ghost within the air.
The world has curdled—hardened, sharp, and cold,
And people wear their cruelty like a blade.
The stories that we meant to grow in, old,
Are nothing but a debt that can’t be paid.
The silence is a wall I cannot climb;
I’m reaching for the seam where shadows meet.
I want to leave this trap of ticking time,
To find your rest and lay it at your feet.
Please forgive the fraying of the thread,
The trembling hands that reach to find the way.
I’m coming to the quiet of the dead,
To end this long and loveless, lonely stay.