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I woke to an empty, mossy aquarium,

where hollow silence breathed against the glass;

Thirteen shattered stars on my ceiling

kept falling through the sleeping years we couldn’t pass.

My swollen, flaky eyelids carried every word 

I was too afraid to say goodbye,

While the feral sound of a speeding motorcycle

disappeared beneath the deep blue-black sky.

There’s a wooden coffin underneath my bed,

still holding things I couldn’t throw away;

Handwritten notes, loose cotton shirts, pieces of us

that somehow never learned to exhale.

You once said, “you make me feel”

like I could finally belong somewhere,

But now the skeletal staircase only creaks

with restless memories climbing back upstairs.

At the corner, a bleeding eye refuses to blink—

a traffic light stuck on red,

keeping the whole world waiting there;

I watch hasty, ghost-faced strangers cross without looking,

as if leaving is an ordinary public affair.

My cold, veiny hands still reach for you

in the places where you used to be,

But every unlit road keeps moving forward

while you keep disappearing from me.

So goodbye to the sunken rooms we abandoned,

to the fragmented words that arrived too late;

Goodbye to the naive version of myself

who thought love could outwit the wheel of fate.

I’ll carry what remains quietly,

Like a lonely phone booth fading out of view—

not because I stopped remembering,

but because I finally have to let go of you.