Memories Scream

The latch gives way, a tiny, fatal sound,
Two weeks they say, but I'm already unbound.
Untethered, drifting on a stormy sea,
And every memory screams, "They're leaving me!"
That smile they gave, the way they held my hand,
Now twist and turn, a landscape shifting sand.
Were those just moments, fleeting and untrue?
Each precious instant sharpens the deep blue
Abyss of absence. Will they still recall
My fragile heart, or watch it start to fall?
The future's shadow, long and cold and vast,
Reflects a truth my trembling soul has cast:
Alone again. It echoes in my head,
A prophecy of all the words unsaid,
The fears unspoken, now a crushing weight.
Two weeks feels like sealing my cruel fate.
My thoughts collide, a frantic, buzzing hive,
Each perfect moment keeps the fear alive.
If they could leave for this, what holds them near?
The edge is calling, whispering in my ear.
This hollow ache, this desperate, tearing need,
A temporary parting plants a poisonous seed.
I'm drowning in the "what ifs" and the "whys,"
Behind these tear-filled, wide and frantic eyes.
Two weeks stretches, an eternity to bear,
Lost in the quicksand of this raw despair.
And all I feel, a terror sharp and deep,
Is that this leaving means they'll never keep.

Aggressive, pop, punk, post-punk, ambient, dark ambient, shamanic