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Your love's still the gravity pulling my tide,
But fate's concrete dried where our dreams used to slide.
I trace the blueprints of a house left in rain,
Nails in my palm from clutching what couldn't remain.
He offers foundations where castles arise,
While I brought dandelion skyscrapers to your eyes...
I'm just the ghost of what couldn't stay,
Haunting the could've-beens that I threw away.
Oh, you deserved horizons in steel,
Not paper airplanes with broken wings I'd steal!
This boy's hands were too small
To hold tomorrows...
Your smile in his frame—a sunrise I blocked,
My "forevers" were chalk on a storm-beaten dock.
That key to your peace I was forging too slow,
Rusted in pockets where arrogance grows...
He plants redwood forests for your years to unfold,
I brought sugar-crystal kingdoms that dissolved in the cold.
I'm just the ghost of what couldn't stay,
Dust in the cathedral where you pray for new days.
Oh, you deserved bridges to dawns,
Not stepping stones that drowned in my yawns!
This boy's bones were too green
To build your seasons...
The man in your now wears time like an oak,
Rooted in promises that won't crack or revoke.
My apologies sprout where your garden should be,
Weeds of "what if" choking what you needed from me...
I'm just ghost
Of collapsed crane
You deserved concrete suns
Not my Lego light
This boy
Was too...