Don’t you dare go back to her—
After I walked through endless doors,
Searching for her shadow
And never finding more.

Each door I opened led nowhere—
No clue, no trace to hold her hand.
Yet you—
You get to touch her once again?

I waited through seasons,
Gathered petals just for her.
You walked her aisle empty-handed,
Still gave the smile I was breathing to deliver—
And failed.

I polished her silhouette each night,
Lit it in gold so she’d walk with pride beside me.
You brought her barefoot,
Only your hand raised in air—
And she came.

I dressed myself in ornaments,
Coats and suits—
You wore cotton and caught her gaze
Like it was meant for you.

I slicked my hair with layers of foam,
Wished her fingers through it just once.
You, with your effortless strands,
Felt her touch like it belonged.

I earned these four wheels
To show her the world.
You needed none—
She walked beside you anyway.

So maybe—
Maybe I didn’t mean it
When I told you not to go back to her.

It’s just—
My world shook.
My heart sank over
All the small things I couldn’t do.

I’m not angry.
Just jealous.

Jealous of you—
Who could break her heart
And still keep her soul.

While I—
Who mended it—
Was never chosen to fill that space.