After The Music Left

I will never dance again

to the song

you once played.

That rhythm—

it shattered.

But the emptiness?

Oh, it stayed.

No new music comes for me.

No fresh beat.

No second chance.

I’m stuck—

right here.

Feet heavy,

like they’ve learned the weight of goodbye.

Heart locked,

like it forgot the shape of joy.

The world keeps moving—

laughing,

spinning,

finding new songs to love.

But me?

I remain.

A shadow,

caught between

the last note

you left behind

and the next breath

I’m not sure

I want to take.