I Miss Me

I miss, but not a name, not a face,
I miss the shadow I once embraced.
A ghost of the past I cannot trace,
Worn like an old coat, out of place.

I miss myself—
The mirror cracked, the edges frayed,
Like shattered glass, I fade away.
A version of me that slipped through time,
Like a clock unwound, no rhythm, no rhyme.

When someone leaves, they don’t just walk,
They carve out silence where we once talked.
A thief in the night, they steal your flame,
Leaving embers cold, never the same.

I am the wreckage of who I was,
A ship on the shore, kissed by loss.
Maybe the wind took more than it should,
And left me hollow, where I once stood.

So here I stand, a fractured hue,
Not missing someone—but missing who?
I am the ghost of a soul misplaced,
The empty room, the forgotten face.