Glass in the Ocean

We are shards of the quiet sea

Beneath the hum of broken streetlights,
the sky leans closer, listening.
Your name drifts through the static,
a memory I never had,
a storm already inside me.

Every breath is a fragile tide,
pulling me where I don’t belong.

We are glass in the ocean,
beautiful until we shatter.

We mend in the dark.

Still, no one sees the fractures
until the moonlight cuts through.
And still we shine,
even as the edges bleed.

Your eyes were a map of vanished stars.
I followed, but the constellations turned.
Now the night tastes of iron and rain,
and every heartbeat is a warning.

If love is a cathedral of echoes,
who will pray when the walls collapse?
If we are more than shadows,
why do we fade like smoke?

The tide carries our silence
far beyond the reach of dawn.
Only the water remembers
how bright we once were.

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