Your Commitments Elsewhere

 

Your Commitments Elsewhere
Your commitments elsewhere
are my quiet pathology—
a slow, insistent fever
that settles deep in the marrow,
a bruise that blooms beneath the skin
and refuses to fade.I trace the shape of your absence
in every empty hour,
in the hush between heartbeats,
in the way silence learns to ache
like a phantom limb.I’d give it all—
every fragile thing I’ve built,
every guarded corner of this chest,
every last breath stitched with your name—
just to feel your voice again,
low and warm,
sliding into my ear
like velvet thunder.That pulsating master,
it owns me still:
a rhythm I can’t unlearn,
a tide that pulls me under
even when you’re miles away,
even when your promises
belong to someone else’s dawn.I’d trade the whole world’s noise
for one whispered syllable from you—
to let it bloom inside my skull,
to let it rewrite every rule,
to let it be the only law
my body still obeys.Your commitments elsewhere
are my sweetest ruin,
my most exquisite wound.
And still—
I’d give it all
just to hear you
say my name
once more
in the dark.