"Leave," you uttered, words like shattered glass,
A broken CD, replayed, as moments pass.
I closed my eyes, seeking refuge in the vast, Covered my ears, to the echoes, I held fast.
Your voice, a storm that lingers in the air,
A haunting echo, a wound I must bear.
Eyes shut tight, to escape the despair,
Ears covered, to mute the pain's snare.
But within, your words find their abode,
Like an endless loop, a heavy load.
In silence, your voice relentlessly strode,
A heart wounded, a story untold.
-Snowflake
