The Coldest Confession

I thought I heard your voice last night,

Somewhere beyond the hallway glow.

The shadows danced against the frame,

Like they remembered what we know.

I felt the cold beneath my skin,

A subtle trace of what we were.

The room stood still, the lights burned low—

And time forgot to stir.

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You always said the truth would set me right,

But all it did was leave me thin.

I tried to lock the past outside—

Somehow it still got in.

This is the coldest confession I’ve ever shared,

Left in the quiet we used to fear.

I walked away, you stood your ground—

But I still feel you near.

They say that time will dull the blade,

But memory has its way.

And every night, your name still lands

In things I never say.

You wore that look, the one you hide,

A calm that always felt like rain.

You held your breath, then let it go—

And left me staring at the stain.

I tried to speak but lost the thread,

The silence swallowed every sound.

And even now I see it clear…

The way you never turned around.

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I lit the match, I watched it fade,

Thought fire might cleanse the air.

But ashes know the songs we sang—

And they’re still always there.

This is the coldest confession I’ve ever shared,

Carved in a home where we used to sleep.

I shut the door, I locked the pain—

But something’s buried deep.

I swore your voice would fade with time,

But echoes don’t forget.

And though I lie with eyes shut tight,

You haven’t left me yet

“You said you’d stay until the tide was gone,

But storms don’t ask which way to blow.

I closed my eyes, I held my breath—

And prayed you wouldn’t go.”

I keep the lights on just in case,

But shadows always know their way.

Your photo cracked, your smile erased—

But some things always stay.

This is the coldest confession I’ll ever make,

Built from the quiet I couldn’t fake.

I broke the frame, I cursed the flame—

But still recall your name.

I tried to love, I tried to lie—

But ghosts like you don’t say goodbye.

And in this house of dust and glass…

You’re still the first.

You’re still the last.

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“You’re still the last…”