## I. Day Eighty-Seven
Eighty-seven days of silence in the air,
Eighty-seven days of proving you don't care.
But do not think your absence makes my spirit bend;
It only solidifies how deeply this is the end.
I want the quiet nights to start to weigh you down,
A heavy, unearned silence spreading through your town.
I hope the sudden realization starts to bite:
That you destroyed the best thing in your line of sight.
This time was the final time, the absolute goodbye,
No more tears to offer you, no questions asking why.
Feel the empty space of us, the permanent erase—
You threw away forever, and you can’t outrun the space.
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## II. The Final Ledger
You broke the trust we built and walked without a glance,
And lost your absolute, final, remaining chance.
There is no conversation waiting down the track,
A hundred years of waiting couldn't buy you back.
I want the sharp regret to find you where you stand,
To feel the heavy consequence of what you planned.
Suffer from the knowledge of the damage that you made,
Watch the memory of our future start to fade.
The contact line is broken, the final boundary set,
You are the biggest casualty that I will not regret.
Stay exactly where you are, out in the bitter cold—
You ruined us forever, and the story has been told. .
Last updated on:2026-09-20T19:25:12+05:30
Comments (2)
what was the exact moment during these 87 days that made you realize you were finally done for good?
this poetry gives me absolute chills. i remember reaching that point after my ex cheated, when the sadness finally turned into this cold, rock-hard clarity that there was zero way back for him. that line about a hundred years of waiting not buying you back hit me right in the chest