Cut the Power to Your Ghost

You stepped into my quiet,

Shifted all the colors in my day.

I followed every moment,

Hoping you were someone I could trust.

But little signs kept forming

Those gentle words that didn't stay the same.

I felt the ground get narrow,

Trying to fit the shape you wanted most.

I read between the pauses,

The softened edges in your voice.

Every promise bending

Into something I could never hold.

I cut the power to your ghost,

Let quiet take the space we used to fill.

Every signal you sent, oh

Thinned into a backdrop I can live with still.

You were wired through the small,

Every ordinary thing I used to do,

So I pulled your name away

And cut the power to your ghost for good.

There were nights you felt steady,

Like the room adjusted just for you.

But certainty turned fragile

When the truth began to show its seams.

I traced our fading outline,

Seeing all the parts we couldn't keep.

Your plans kept shifting backward,

Your stories never landing clean.

I learned to stop depending

On a world you built but wouldn't stay.

I cut the power to your ghost,

Let quiet take the space we used to fill.

Every signal you sent, oh

Thinned into a backdrop I can live with still.

You were wired through the small,

Every ordinary thing I used to do,

So I pulled your name away

And cut the power to your ghost for good.

I cut the power to your ghost

And now the quiet finally feels like mine.