In the shadows of our broken selves, 

Pieces of you linger, unable to absolve. 

A mosaic of memories etched in time, 

Yet surely will fade when we depart.

 

Each shard holds a story of pain, 

Locked in the crevices of our hearts. 

These remnants cannot forgive, 

And they too will vanish into the void.

 

When we are no longer here, 

The ripples of our past dissipate. 

Fragmentation eludes forgiveness 

And in our absence, shall cease to be.