X-Files of Unrealized Guilt and Unfound Love (a symphony in misplaced keys) #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry

you were the letter I forgot to post,
folded inside my lung’s last sigh,
creased along the rib where breath goes to die.
I wore you, yesterday, like an invisible wound.
I wore you, today, like a rumor in a dead town.
tomorrow?
I will drink you with my morning forgetting.

**

I built a house of mirrors,
but your reflection chose not to arrive—
only the wind showed up,
dragging broken umbrellas of "what-ifs"
across the flooded streets of my cerebellum.

you always knocked
on doors I boarded up with my own apologies.
I heard you, too late,
your voice a silk thread stuck in my teeth,
tugging at every unsaid thing.

**

I told myself,
this is how it ends:
not with a kiss,
not with a silence,
but with a comma
hanging mid-sentence like a hanged man.

you, the witness.
me, the crime scene.

**

We wrote love letters backwards,
sealed them with wax made of uncried tears.
Postmarked: Never.
Addressed: Nowhere.

you tucked my forgiveness inside a balloon,
sent it floating into the stratosphere,
where even the satellites forgot to look up.

I kept a museum of could-have-beens,
each exhibit labeled in a language only you and I invented,
syllables like broken knees,
punctuation that limps instead of dances.

**

In another dimension,
we are moths chasing each other's flames,
burning new alphabets into each other’s skins—
alphabets that smell of rain before it falls,
of books before they are read.

but here,
in this dislocated orbit,
I only brush against your absence,
like a priest brushing against doubt,
like a blind star brushing against extinction.

**

guilt is an echo chamber
where every I’m sorry becomes a grenade.
I pull the pin with my teeth
and swallow you,
again,
again,
until your aftertaste
becomes my new marrow.

you are the ghost that refuses to haunt,
and I am the cemetery that never forgets your name.

**

I found your fingerprints in my dreams last night—
pressed against the glass of my sleeping mind,
fading even as I tried to kiss them back to life.
I woke up with your outline drawn around my bed,
yellow tape,
crime of omission.

and oh,
how I confess:
I buried your love in my own backyard
without even giving it a name,
without singing it a song.

I thought silence was mercy.
I thought wrong.

**

You were the shipwreck I sent flares to,
but forgot to stay for the rescue.
you, floating inside the bottled oceans of maybe.
me, waving from a lighthouse that never existed.

**

if I could unzip time,
I'd stitch us new bodies—
yours made of all the goodbyes you never deserved,
mine made of all the hellos I was too afraid to give.

we would meet somewhere between
lost luggage and found prayers,
hugging like travelers
who forget where they came from.

**

But this, love,
this is our X-file:
case closed by cowardice,
evidence eaten by time,
witnesses gone to ash.

you were always there,
and I was always
an apology too slow to catch you.

**

I stand trial every night
in the courtroom of my own skull,
wearing your laughter as evidence,
wearing your sadness as my chains.

You sit in the audience,
unaware,
beautifully unaware,
still flipping through old books,
still laughing at jokes I never told.

And I?
I plead guilty,
to crimes even you never accused me of.

**

somewhere, in some unfound heaven,
we dance with our shadows and call them by each other’s names.
somewhere, in some unimagined ending,
I am brave enough to stay.
You are still waiting to be loved
the way you deserved—
without apology,
without absence.

**

Tonight,
I send you a prayer made of broken glass,
each shard spelling:
I.
Missed.
You.
Before.
I.
Even.
Met.
You.

and you?
you breathe it in, somewhere, somehow,
mistaking it for a gust of summer wind.


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(end file. case never closed.)

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