I remember the last message I sent,
fingers trembling,
a question I never expected to be left unanswered.

“Why?” I asked the empty screen,
the words hanging
in the silence of a ghosted reply.

You vanished—
slipped through my fingers
like sand in a storm.

I’d watch the phone,
willing it to buzz,
to bring me something—
a reason,
a fragment of you,
something to hold onto.

“Why did you leave?”

You were a storm I couldn’t tame,
a beautiful wreck
I fell for,
hard,
only to be left
sifting...