The Friendly Ghost
You said my name like it meant something,
like it carried weight in your chest—
but now I hear it echo back at me, hollow,
like a room I should’ve never trusted.
I replay the moments,
searching for the fracture—
was it in your smile,
or in the way you never stayed long enough
for truth to settle?
I gave you the quiet parts of me,
the ones I keep locked behind ribs and reason,
and you…