Unfinished Forever

Grief found me before I could name it,
and now I see it in everything,
everywhere, all the time
the unwritten letters I never sent,
windows I left unopened despite the wind calling my name,
the roads I refuse to take because they all lead back to you.
In the dark, I trace the outline of your absence
like a map that always ends at the same hollow city.

I imagine the sky holding your shadow,
and my hands, useless, folding into themselves
before they can reach the light.
I taste the rain and think of the ocean,
how it too swallows what it cannot return.

The symbolism of seasons turning without you
spring blooming over my mourning,
summer laughing in my silence,
winter settling into my bones.
And maybe the cracked moon is me,
pretending to shine while carrying a crater
that will never heal.

This is the world where I loved and lost,
where love turned into memory,
and memory into dust.
This is the world where your name
is the echo that refuses to fade,
and my story
a sentence left unfinished forever.