Phantom HeartAche
The Hollow Farewell
The Anatomy of Silent Grief
With utmost strive
I uttered my heart
words spilling like red wine from parted lips
waiting…
waiting…
but silence hung heavy
a noose around my voice
“Why?” I demanded
pulse throbbing in my temples
“Why do you leave me here
veins emptying of hope?”
His eyes
hollow caverns
stared through me
mirroring nothing but void
“I thought we…
I thought you…”
my voice wounded
vertebrae snapping under the weight of despair
His gaze stayed fixed on the sterile ground
hands limp
fingers twitching with terrifying tension
“I needed you,” I whispered
lungs burning
but he… he turned
a shadow slipping through my grasp
“I did everything,” I cried
tears hot
carving rivers down my cheeks
each drop of my ill being.
He said nothing
body rigid
spine a column of frost
leaving me to crumple
muscles weak
heart a shattered relic
Grief gnawed at my bones
a relentless hunger
a black hole swallowing the last of my strength
“I uttered my heart,” I screamed,
voice cracking
throat raw
but he… he was gone
a phantom
a hollow echo in the cavity of my chest
Grief wrapped itself around my ribs
squeezing
crushing
a relentless vice
no solution
no end
just grief
endless and all-consuming
Days turned into a blurred routine
each morning a struggle to lift my head
my limbs heavy with the weight of absence
a daily reminder of a life not done
Nights became my refuge and my prison
darkness a companion to my endless thoughts
each breath surviving against despair
I wandered through memories
each step a painful journey through shattered dreams
seeking fragments of myself in the ruins of us
but finding only — what could never be
Time moved on
indifferent and unkind
yet within the chaos
a quiet resolve grew
not of healing
but of enduring
fragility in the relentless aftermath
© Tamanna_Verma 2022
