How could you walk through the flame
and leave me cold in the same
breath that once swore my name?
The night rewinds your face,
a silent film I can’t erase—
each frame a knife, each smile a claim.
I trace the ghost of our refrain
across the cracked glass of tomorrow;
it cuts, it keeps, it follows.
Tell me how could love stay bright
yet die between the beats of one goodbye?