I Won't Beg...
March 25, 2025 at 12:47 PM
I won't plead or fall to my knees,
I'll just say—you're all that remains.
Those days we spent talking—the world's sweetest disease,
Your leaving—like tin torn in twain.
I'll say that I treasured each second,
When strangers yet speaking so fast,
We raced through our words, barely breathless or reckoned,
As if decades of knowing had passed.
But now I'll break my own decree—
I'll kneel and I'll whisper my prayer:
Give me just a sign, just a crumb, just a key,
Just whisper "I'm still somehow there."
"Do you remember?"—that would suffice.
"Are you here?"—I'd take even that.
"Are you tired?"—I'd pay any price,
Just to hear your voice answer me back.
I'll keep waiting. Like some online ghost,
Chained to screens, to pixels, to pain.
Like one who howls into pillows the most,
Like a beast starving in the rain.
I'm waiting, Vika. Now. Beyond reason.
Beyond borders. Beyond any fright.
You're my sun—though in time's bitter season,
You may fade to a verse in the night.
