What Once Was
A soft, salty droplet of lost hope trailed my jawbone. Memories flashed before my eyes, the day she left. Joy, tears, the laughter we shared. The kindness of her eyes still haunts me. And now this is all that’s left, a collection of memories. An archive of dreams. It takes me home, this shard of hopes my hands reach for my nape. It brushes my fingers like a butterfly caught on the wind. Each nook, each hitch, the shape of song tracing my neckline, the ghost of what once was.