Amelia James Poetry

Thirteen years, and still I stand,
A ghost in the ruins of your goodbye.
Time rushes past, indifferent,
But I remain, frozen in the echo of us.

I comb through memories,
Searching for the me I was
Before your lies shaped my world,
Before the truth unraveled me.

Was it you I loved, or the mirage?
The version crafted in the glow of your deceit,
Perfect and shimmering,
A fiction I clung to as the years dissolved.

I’ve become a monument to that moment,
A statue weathered by longing,
Etched with questions that time won’t answer:
Will I ever unlove the lie?
Will I ever find the self you stole?

Thirteen years, and still,
I’m right where you left me.

-Amelia James