Fading Photograph

We built a world from fragile threads,
From whispered secrets and the words we never said.
Our laughter filled the empty space,
A warm light to mark that time and place.

My Heart Whispered me, "Live It, This Moment Will Never Come Back."

So I started cherishing each moment, and forgot to keep track.
We didn't need a map, a guide, or a plan,
Just two of us, taking a moment wherever we can.

The day arrived we knew would come,
A final goodbye, leaving us numb.
A cold platform, a final wave,
Our last moments we couldn't save.
The sun was low, the light grew weak,
A final word we couldn't speak.
The story we were writing, now still,
Leaving a space that couldn't be filled.
"Stay in touch," we said, the words a thin rope,
Tossed across a growing river of our hope.
It was the last sweet lie we told ourselves to hold,
A promise meant to mend a heart that had grown cold.
A thread we swore we'd never let go,
A truth we never wanted to know.

But the days stretched, and the distance grew,
And the messages became few.
The rope we held began to fray,
Until it unraveled and slipped away.
The house we built stood now only in my mind,
A ghost of a place we left behind.
Then, a buzzing light in my quiet room,
A sudden question from a different life's gloom:
"Hey, how are you?"
The words were a key turning in a locked door,
Bringing back a person I'd been before.
A simple question that felt so heavy to me,
A ghost of a past I wasn't sure I could see.

My thumb hovered, a silent pause,
How could I tell you the truth of my life, the cause?
The broken pieces you couldn't comprehend,
The words would feel wrong, a surprise unplanned.
So I let the message sit, unread,
Choosing to keep the past, a perfect place instead.
And let our story end in silence,
A ghost of what we used to be, just a trace.
You are now a photo, a forgotten tune,
A ghost I look at in the light of the moon.
Our chapters are closed, but the longing is true,
And my heart whispers again, 
"I hope you lived those moments as I told you."