valkyrie !

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THE FINAL CHAPTER:

To the finally, quiet voice: Finally, I close the chapters no bookmarks, no rereads,

no lingering on underlined lines

or tracing where you used to breathe. The Polaroid, our day in light, I fed it to the flame. It curled like all your promises soft edges, scorched with shame.

Our laughter once lit galaxies but silence has its place. The stars don’t mourn the sun at dusk, they simply make more space.

No final speech, no tearful end, just smoke, and then the dark. Some loves don’t die in grand collapse they flicker out, and spark.

I think the moon will orbit tonight no more spirals through scattered ache, no more drifting past the pull of a gravity we faked. For once, when the moon comes up, I don’t think of you. It hangs there silent, silver, and whole not as a symbol, not as a wound. No longer your face etched into the craters, no echoes in its light. Just the moon, untouched by memory,rising for itself. And I sit beneath it no longer longing for you. I can watch it glow for what it is not what it used to mean.

Your voice no longer haunts my name, your ghost no longer stays. It fades like mist across a lake at the break of softer days.

I walked away. I didn’t run. No begging, no disaster. Just me, and peace, and silence now finally, I close the chapters.

And maybe now, the tides will calm, the stars won’t feel so tight. Maybe I can sleep, for once the moon feels right tonight.And if I dream, I hope it’s blank no echoes of your face. Just empty skies, and weightless thoughts, and orbit in its place.

Goodbye, the moon is whole,and in it’s place from now on.

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Mapped in light

To the unreachable,ungraspable moon : we matched like constellations, sleeves brushing, necklaces shining, a galaxy tucked inside a polaroid we swore we'd never lose.

do you still wear those bracelets? do they jingle like echoes of us? or have they quieted, like your voice in my head? do you still play badminton with fire in your eyes and that wolf cut catching wind like it was made to dance?i wonder if you ever think of me when you tie your laces, when a certain beat hits, when you pass a mirror and for a moment you swear i should be beside you.

i keep thinking you might look up one day and know know that someone out there still believes in you. still waits. still aches.

are you doing okay? are the stars still kind to you? do you sleep easier now without my name folded into your dreams?

the stars still know us. they remember what we were. sometimes, i think they hold onto you just long enough so i don’t forget.

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Echoes of the stars

To the miserable Echo,

Some people leave, and the moon  just keeps orbiting like nothing happened. But mine didn’t. It stayed still the moment you walked away. And what's worse you never came back. Not even once. Not even to see if I was still standing in the ruins of what we used to be. You were the moon to me Distant, glowing, unreachable, But even the moon never leaves the sky You did. I wonder, do you ever look up at the same stars and think of the light we once shared? Or are we like two distant planets now, separate, untouchable, each with our own orbits, never to cross again?

I can’t stop chasing echoes of you. I’m lost in a galaxy of memories the way you held me, the way we laughed, the words we whispered in the dark, like constellations carved into my soul. But even the brightest stars burn out, and I guess that’s what happened to us. And yet, I still find myself searching, looking up at the night sky, hoping that the stars will somehow realign and bring us back to the same place we were. But deep down, I know that’s just a fantasy a dream of what could have been. You’re gone, and I’m left with only the remnants of what we once were, pieces of a galaxy I can never fully reach.

But even in this, even in the emptiness of it all, I can’t hate you. I can’t blame you. I know you had no choice, just as the stars have no choice but to burn and fade away. You had to go, just as I had to learn to let go.

It wasn’t supposed to end this way, but it did. And somehow, I know this universe wasn’t built for us to last forever. Still, I can’t help but wonder in some parallel dimension, maybe we didn’t let go. Maybe we still burn bright together, a blaze that never fades.

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stardust.

To the one moon envies,It’s strange, how memories settle into your chest like the weight of something unfinished, something unsaid. There are nights when I catch myself staring at the space you used to fill where you’d sit beside me, where we’d talk, where we’d laugh so hard the world couldn’t touch us. And in those moments, you’re still there. Maybe not physically, but your presence lingers, like a fragrance that won’t leave the air.

I don’t know how to explain the quiet ache I feel for you. It’s not the loud, aching kind that makes you cry out. It’s the soft, constant hum that only I can hear. It’s in the silence after a song ends, in the spaces between breaths, in the way your name floats through my mind, without ever fully fading.

You were never the type to demand attention but you had a way of lighting up the room, the kind of quiet radiance that made everything feel lighter, even on the heaviest of days. And I can’t help but wonder if the stars, the moon, the universe, have kept you in their watch since the moment we parted. If they’ve whispered to you what I never could.

Some nights I whisper your name into the air, just to see if it still feels like home in my mouth. It does. It always will.

And still  I look up. At the same moon we both once watched. And I wonder if it sees you too. If it misses your glow the way I do.

I miss your comfort talks The way you’d say things that quieted storms I didn’t even know were raging. Your words didn’t just make sensethey made peace. You could hush my chaos with a single sentence. You always knew what to say. And when you didn’t, you hugged me like there was no tomorrow. And maybe there wasn’t because every tomorrow without you feels a little less alive.

We were mirrors, you and I. Reflecting love, light, madness, laughter. Matching in ways no fabric could ever show. You were my safe place. My orbit. My moon. Maybe somewhere, you're looking too. Maybe the stars still carry our laughter. And maybe, just maybe you miss me back.

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