ALSphere Foundation
The nights drip acid, burn me raw—
His ghost carves scars in places unseen.
I wear his memory like a chain, heavy,
Binding me to a love that’s gone cold.
I scream into pillows, taste salt and metal—
But silence meets me, every time, empty.
Will someone fill these hollow bones?
Or am I destined to be his widow, forever?
The mirror shows a face I no longer know—
His love has worn me thin, transparent.
Will someone ever love this haunted skin?
Or is it too late to begin again?
