Edited by Alloe Mak

Slipping into my best black and white, 

clashing thoughts drift in spite. 

I stand alone in attendance, 

fulfilling our tasks without your presence. 

Numb, I grieve the person you came to be. 

Disturbing the stillness to leave lillies at your feet. 

In this newfound independence, 

our time together dissolves into a blur— 

and though it’s for the better, I mourn the person you were. 

There’s beauty in in letting go 

Frolicking through dark halls,

in the painful glow.

Grazing shoulders,

passing by.

Lifting boulders,

acting shy.

But, this shyness I feel, it doesn’t feel true. 

It’s not like before. 

It’s not you.