Wreckage

Wreckage


I don’t understand how we got here.

maybe we were unraveling long before we noticed the loose threads



The road cracked before we even stood a chance.

I kept calling it temporary, hoping time would soften the fault lines



Tilling our tender hearts where seeds were never planted.

I confused barren ground for something that only needed patience



Trusting the roots to grab hold of memories from long ago.

because admitting they had died felt worse than keeping them alive



Emotion poured out between two hearts connected by weak vessels.

and every unspoken hurt widened the fractures beneath us



Pain crept in the attic of my soul long before the chamber door slammed shut.

I heard it moving through the walls long before silence answered for us



Now the house stands hollow, carrying the shape of what we tried to save.

and I still search the ruins for the version of us that almost survived



Your name lingers like dust in rooms neither of us can return to.

because some endings don’t leave—they settle into everything afterward



I keep reaching for the pieces, though they cut deeper every time.

and I still wish love could have undone what fear already started



So here we are—

two ghosts speaking through the wreckage of something we never learned how to hold.

still finding each other in the ruins, even after everything collapsed