I should stop tapping the letters of your name,
Searching for how you've been doing.
I can't help but sigh at the screen;
Of course, it's you... low-key-empty.

Blank, cold, and ghostly traces of your maze
In the silence of the world we built,
I am left alone hoping for a return.
Pain lingers in every click of plea.

Void, you made is replaced by hate,
From making me feel special to being unwanted.
Transition that caused an unpardonable aftermath—
Thought you were to save me, but you made a disaster.

-wrtrlhy