Static Boom

I kept your name inside the static,

A broken radio beneath my ribs.

Every streetlight wore your shadow,

Every morning forgot how to live.

I counted cracks inside the pavement,

Like they'd lead me back somehow.

But ghosts don't answer old directions—

They're just echoes wearing crowns.

I carried winter through July,

Mistaking numbness for surviving.

Then I watched the sunrise asking nothing of me...

So I'll dance with the weight until it lets me go,

Feet on the floor while the tears still show.

You're stitched in the seams of everything I know,

But grief isn't home—it's somewhere I outgrow.

If loving means I never lose your light,

Then I'll wear the dark into the night.

Every heartbeat says goodbye a little less—

I'm still broken...

But I'm becoming.

The photographs don't hurt the same now;

They're windows instead of knives.

Your laugh still blooms inside the silence,

Like flowers finding concrete lives.

I don't need to close the chapter;

I just learned to read the page.

Some endings aren't an empty sentence—

They're another kind of change.

I thought healing meant forgetting,

Like the ocean leaves no shore.

But the tide keeps coming back,

Just softer than before.

If I meet you in my dreams again,

Don't ask me not to cry.

Just tell me that the sky keeps changing

So it's okay if I...

Dance with the weight until it turns to air,

Leave another piece of sadness there.

You're every constellation I still wear,

Not a wound—but a prayer.

The ache still hums beneath my skin,

Not every battle has to end to win.

I'll keep your love, let the sorrow bend—

You are not my ending.

You are why

I learned

To begin.

The music never stopped.

I was just listening to the silence.

Now the silence sings back.