The clock bleeds backward
Seconds shatter like glass–
Your voice
A thread unraveling in the static

If it can be called that

A handprint on the fogged mirror
A galaxy pressed into a teardrop
You are, not here
And yet, everywhere

The soil hums with memories of rain
I bury my hands deep
Searching for the roots of your absence
There is no seed, only echo

A phoenix rises
Not from ashes, but from silence
The feathers, They're made of your laughter
Molten gold etched with sorrow

The stars blink in Morse code
But their message is unreadable
I thought I understood
Until the sky swallowed itself

What is the name of the light
That exists only in closed eyes?
You said it once
Or maybe I dreamed it
It doesn't matter!

A handprint on the fogged mirror
A supernova caged in your absence
You are, always not here
And yet, everywhere

A shadow drips from the Moon's edge
A tide pulls the earth inward
I step through the mirror
Only to find
That the reflection never needed me