Winter Rose

I keep counting all the scars that you left without a warning, I’m a lighthouse drifting lost in a sea that’s cold and mourning. Every night I say your name, what we were just falls apart, your reflection slips inside through the corners of my heart. And although I say “it’s fine”, now I know it was a lie: promised me eternity with your hands already dry. And my voice don’t even shake when I leave you in the past, you were echoes with no cause, just a ghost that couldn’t last. ’Cause you withered like a rose in the dead of winter, now your sorry means nothing, nor “I miss who we were” either. All the silence that you left feels more honest than your love, and the shadow of your name doesn’t fit where I now walk. I was searching through the ruins of a future you designed, just a castle built on words that would shatter every time. Then I learned within this life those who fade don’t reappear, you were rain that never soaked, you were fire with no heat here. I don’t carry who I was, nor the blame within your hands, your “forever” was a field grown in nothing but loose sand. ’Cause you withered like a rose in the dead of winter, now your sorry means nothing, nor “I miss who we were” either. All the silence that you left feels more honest than your love, and the shadow of your name doesn’t fit where I now walk. If someday you remember and nostalgia pulls you under, look for me among the stars… if you’re lost, don’t even bother. ’Cause you withered like a rose in the dead of winter, now your sorry means nothing, nor “I miss who we were” either. All the silence that you left was a gift I never knew… in the hollow of your absence my sky finally came through. ---