A poem of someone i used to know

Your presence makes the garden feel like an afterthought.I spent seasons tracking your orbit from the dark periphery, whispering your name to the night air until the cold memorized it.

Yet loving you is a beautiful theft—a sudden inheritance of something I am forbidden to keep.

Now, as I blur into the background of a life that never held me, hours pull you into a higher, brighter atmosphere, leaving me rooted here, turning to ash under the weight of it all.