Open Loops

You walked out without a warning, left the words between us cold. Now my mind

keeps rearranging every scene we ever told. I replay the conversation

lookin' for a missing sign. But the story's stuck on silence where your voice

should meet with mine. My brain is built for patterns, for beginnings,

middles, ends. But you tore the final pages from the book

we almost penned. And now I'm livin' in the margins of a chapter left unclear.

Fightin' shadows of a question I was never meant to hear. These open loops

keep spinnin' unfinished in my mind. A thousand thoughts returnin' to the