FRACTURED ECHO

You stand taller now,

looking through the pane

like someone who learned the shape of storms

and stayed standing anyway.

Still, you trace the frame —

the way memory likes to circle

even when the heart has moved on.

The world rewrote itself while you weren’t looking.

The path tightened, then unraveled,

and your shadow kept trying to follow me,

repeating nights I left behind.

But light bends wrong

when it’s pulled too close,

and your echo was only ever

a fraction of the dose.

Mirroring me?

that thread’s too thin.

Glass doesn’t teach —

it traps you in.

Break the script,

rewrite the delay.

Mirroring me

was yesterday.

I see the glow building inside you —

heat you haven’t spent,

fires you haven’t named.

But you keep circling back

to the same old ends,

like you’re afraid

you’ll burn the map

if you make your own way.

What’s the point of fire

if it only traces my silhouette?

Set your blaze where I never stepped.

Break orbit.

Shift left.

Step unseen.

Mark the ground

where I’ve never been.

The world is too wide

to wear my skin.

Mirroring me?

that thread’s too thin.

Glass doesn’t teach —

it locks you in.

Break the script,

rewrite the delay —

the past is a door

you don’t have to obey.

Yesterday is over.

Your echo isn’t mine to hold.

Walk forward,

bright and untold.