You said you needed distance, to step away,
But the world saw something else.
Our faces disappeared from your feed—
No trace of the smiles we once wore.
The photo on your phone, once us,
Now a blank space.

I told myself it was practical, logical—
But the ache did not listen.
It felt like a declaration, a silent broadcast:
“I am no longer taken.”

And yet, I am still tethered—
Bound to a past you are so quick to untangle.
You said it wasn’t about me,
But the absence screamed louder than words.

Did you think fading from view would ease the weight?
Did you believe I wouldn’t feel it?
But I did. I do.
You erased us in pixels and frames,
While I held on, clutching the empty space.

And still, I wonder—
Was it easier for you that way?