Hollowed Out by You

You left a space where love used to flex,
A hollowed chamber echoing _remember me?_
In vacant rooms where shadows now preside,
I find the scraps of what we let subside.

We were wild maps with edges worn by touch,
Tracing paths where love was yet unmapped too much.
In glitches of time, we'd find our place,
Two fragments merging into one wild, reckless space.

Do you remember nights we drowned in scent?
Chasing shadows on walls where love was bent?
Your laugh – a hinge where my world swung open,
My name on your lips – the one sound I'd stolen.

We wrote our history on fragments, on air,
No endings planned, no exits we could spare.
In stolen hours, in borrowed light,
We were the trants of our own wild delight.

Then the wires snapped. The signals blurred.
Like stars dying in a sky we could no longer.
You took the compass. I took the worn pages.
Now I unfold them alone, in altered stages.

In vacant lots where memories still cling,
I find scraps of us – a ticket, a useless ring.
The ghosts of touches haunt like unpaid debts,
Reminding me of hills we never got to trek.

Sometimes in dreams, I see your hollowed eyes,
A stranger’s gaze where once my name would rise.
The maps I keep – they lead to hollow places,
Rooms where echoes ask: _Did we leave without faces?_

Do I still love you? Like rain asks if it falls.
Like lungs ask if they need the air’s walls.
The wanting digs a channel, deep and blind,
A geography of you that I still trace in vain.