Shadow

You might have his face, his smile

the hoarse in his voice, the hyme

the same rhythm of his throbbing heart

the same stride

but I don't love you //

you might have his possessions, his life

his words etched across my heart

his fingerprints marking my body

but then,

why do I feel like a mistress in our bed?

the touch of another man in the same arms?

i might still love you

but your gaze disgusts me

especially when you look fondly

especially when you declare your claim

especially when I find myself answering //

i might still love you

but you are not mine, you are not him

for you hold position not space

you are linear

fixtated and stuck in dimensions that limit you

scared of the edge you might fall off

scared of becoming limitless

you hide //

i might still love you, but you are just a shell

broken and shattered, an idea of him

you feel shallow, unfinished

just an ashened ember remembering his burning glory

i might still love you but you are just skin //