The Remnants of You
There’s a scar that no one sees,
hidden beneath my skin,
woven into the fabric of who I’ve become.
It sits heavy, an invisible stone,
a whisper that never fades,
echoing a choice that changed everything.
Three times I tried to let go,
but it clung to me, stubborn as memories,
refusing to be erased.
I carry it still, folded inside,
a secret hiding in my bones,
a truth I bear alone.
I am haunted by a heartbeat,
a rhythm that mirrored mine,
a shadow that lingers,
a loss without a name.
I am forever marked,
scarred by what almost was.