I searched,
and searched again
in your eyes;
found nothing.
I searched,
And searched again,
for the love
you spoke of
two days ago—
found nothing.
You thought
I was looking tenderly.
I wasn’t.
I was searching.
You thought
I could fall for you—
I didn’t.
You fell too hard
to notice.
I searched,
and searched again
for the old you—
was met by a ghost,
the one you said
I created.
I searched,
and searched again—
nothing.
Was I to blame?
Was I the one
who killed you—
your beloved self?
You once said
I’d be the death of you.
And here you are:
a stranger,
a ghost,
no god,
no sun.
