A Fool Am I

I built castles in the sands of your gaze,
But the waves of time swept them all away.
Still I return to ruins, a fool am I,
Searching for traces of what was never real.
The tide claims my dreams without remorse,
And the shore you walked just left me behind.

Fingers trace the air where you used to stand,
The void an endless reminder of your absence.
Grasping at shadows, a fool am I,
Hoping to hold what can’t be touched.
Even the shadows flee as day takes hold,
Leaving me stranded, just left me behind.

The forest speaks in whispers of regret,
Each leaf a fragment of unspoken truths.
I wander its depths, a fool am I,
Chasing echoes that lead to nowhere.
The trees, indifferent, stand unmoved,
As your footsteps just left me behind.

I begged the stars for answers in the dark,
But they offered only silence in return.
Still I questioned the heavens, a fool am I,
Hoping for guidance in an empty sky.
The constellations shifted, mocking my plea,
While the universe just left me behind.

The mirror reflects a stranger's hollow eyes,
A face worn thin by battles never won.
Still seeking your image, a fool am I,
Believing your light could still reach me.
But even reflections turn their gaze away,
And their silence just left me behind.

I carved your name in the bark of my heart,
Hoping it would remain through every season.
But the tree grew wild, a fool am I,
Unable to contain the chaos within.
The letters fade as the years weather them,
And the roots of love just left me behind.

The clock ticks, each second a mocking beat,
Counting the moments since you walked away.
Still waiting in place, a fool am I,
Hoping time would rewind your departure.
But the hands move forward, never back,
Marking the day you just left me behind.

The fire burns low, its embers growing cold,
A faint glow fading into the ashes of hope.
I fed it with dreams, a fool am I,
Thinking it could light your way back.
But the flames die, leaving only the dark,
And its silence just left me behind.

The road divides, one path yours, one mine,
Yet I linger where we last stood together.
Still rooted in place, a fool am I,
Fearing the steps that lead to my own way.
But even the crossroads disappear in time,
Erased as you just left me behind.

The book of us lies open, pages torn,
Its ending written in ink of bitter tears.
Still holding the pen, a fool am I,
Unable to write the chapter without you.
But the story concludes without my consent,
As you close it, just left me behind.