I had to block your number, for the urge to text you stayed, like shadows in the twilight, refusing to fade away.

Each buzz, each silent whisper, held memories we’d sewn, tugging at the fragile heartstrings, of a love we once had known.

My fingers traced your name, on the cold and lifeless screen, a ghostly dance of longing, in the spaces in between.

To heal, I had to silence, the echoes of your voice, a barrier for my broken heart, a necessary choice.

Yet in the quiet moments, your absence finds its way, reminding me of the words unsaid, that haunt me every day.

I had to block your number, to forge a path anew, though the urge to reach across the void, forever pulls me back to you.
© Karischyoma