it was when i took a second to catch my breath that
i realized you no longer looked my way.


i coughed harder on purpose, trying to make the sounds an avalanche might make before swallowing souls in its wake;




you did not hear me.





but i have become used to such things, they cause little to no pain now, rereading messages, re-reading poems we wrote together, re-

membering the destruction you put me though;




you did not hear me even then.




and now when the clouds part and the snow tumbles down like a tornado alongside a mountain,
i whisper only to myself about missed chances and re-

grets.
10/20/2026
Author's Note: ...or the next

Posted on 10/20/2026
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