Last Call for Broken Hearts

A Poem

Photo by Brooke Lark on Unsplash

it’s another year,
and i think of you in bursts
because i left my words at your door —
and you didn’t even look outside.

i left down that familiar path
and knew i’d never walk it again.

you stood in the back alley
of my mind for months,
but i didn’t even register,
did i?

i was so easy to forget —
like a summer downpour
or a passing cold spell —
hardly the haunting type.

but you?
oh, you became a ghost
and lingered in my dreams
as if you belonged there.

it’s another lonely day,
and i remember your smile
as if it had been something
made just for me alone.

but i wandered out of your life
the moment you closed that door.

you waited in limbo,
and i couldn’t let you go
because somehow i thought
i still had some kind of chance.