I Shaped Your World, You Shared My Life

I shaped your world within my palm of ash, trailing smoke in circled whispers, a shadow on the cracked deep purple walls. You shared my life, a bittersweet song— the melody of empty bottles, the refrain of dim-lit rooms where the walls held our unspoken broken truths. Each day fades softly into the next, the coffee grown cold, the toast left to burn, the sun rising pale as a forgotten promise will. We wove our dreams into fragile threads, spoke of beauty, of words unwritten, of visions we both shared. You sought meaning, I craved quiet, but we called it love and walked hand in hand. Today, like yesterday, and the endless tomorrow, the world we shaped trembles beneath its sorrow. Broken, and yet we journey on.