Amelia James Poetry

I watch your life in pictures now,
the way I used to watch you dream.
Frozen smiles, captured moments—
proof that you exist without me.

I scroll through strangers in your arms,
searching for some trace of regret.
But your eyes don’t carry echoes,
no ghosts of what we left.

I feel you forget me,
like breath fading from a mirror.
Like a name whispered once
and lost to the wind.

You unlearned me so effortlessly,
while I still sleep on my side of the bed.
Still flinch at a voice that sounds like yours,
still reach for a ghost I can’t put to rest.

Tell me, do you ever wake up
to an absence you can’t place?
Or am I just a love you once had,
a shadow too light to leave a trace?

-Amelia James