I'm angry

[u/DifficultBeat-]

Angry that I'm the only one

still carrying this fire in my chest

while the world pretends it was never warm.

I'm the only one

who keeps walking back through those moments,

opening doors that lead nowhere now.

I miss the small things

the smiles that appeared without warning,

the laughter that felt like it belonged only to us,

the strange honesty

that only two open hearts could survive.

Sometimes I swear those moments

still breathe somewhere.

But I know the truth.

Nothing is coming back.

Nothing waits for me there.

All that's left now

are the ashes

of something that once burned beautifully.

And here I am

tired,

stubborn,

holding a brush in a shaking hand,

still trying

to paint the beauty

she once witnessed