text will be in subtitles and/or notes on walls.
The walls around me,
Marked by what they have witnessed.
They saw and heard us.
You left me but your still here.
It was for the best.
They remind me of what you’ve given,
And what I lost.
I can’t escape this conversation.
It doesn’t matter how long it’s been.
You are woven in my rooms.
It’s been so long but they make sure to remind me.
It starts as a leak but I begin to drown.
I can’t seal my eyes like you did.
Every day I reached out to you.
But it pushed you further away each time.
Will you ever see?
I felt life because of you,
But you left me with this burden.
She had to leave.
I hear the echo of it shattering into pieces.
It’s been told and written to you over and over why you had to go.
But it can never be what it should, they said.
Yet they remind me of the good.
You might never see.
And maybe I will become part of your walls,
But in here I remain.
I wait for the moment that might never arrive,
Maybe it can be,
Here inside these walls of mine.
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