And CUT! 

You’re gone now—vanished, exiled from my world.
And I’m gone too—no longer naming myself as someone who ever belonged to yours.
Yet somehow you linger, a burn mark I cannot scrub from my skin.

You kissed my forehead as though you couldn’t see a world beyond me.
You kissed my neck—playfully, I thought then—like my scent was the only thing that mattered in that neon-lit crowd.
You held my hand as though letting it go would be letting life slip through your fingers.

And still, after all that, you tell me you did not feel it too?
Then lie—
Lie if you must to keep your peace,
Lie if you must to sleep at night,
Lie if you must to forget.

I unshackle you from my love.
I unshackle you from every gift, every piece of myself I pressed into your palms.
I unshackle you from me.

I break the chain of my love.
I take back what I gave, piece by piece,
until your hands are empty again.

I leave you nothing of me to hold,
no trace to follow back.

And so, my love, this is the final scene,
the curtain call of my loving you.