Host.

Mess of conflicted confusion.

Broken beat open I’m full of contusions.

For once a genuine connection.

For once I had her attention.

Gone.

Lost.

Ghosted.

Vanished without a trace.

Abandonment fills up her space.

We’ll be just fine as I sit and lose my mind.

I know we will. Or at least that’s what I tell myself.

Waiting, im chasing seconds around a clock.

Debating what I could’ve said that made her stop.

All frozen lost in a moment.

Cannot avoid the empty.

Overwhelming consumption.