Mystery poem

 

Ghosted

 

Messages made of ellipsis bluffs:

talk to you later, I’ll let you know soon…

Tomorrows that never came.

Conversations like dandelion fluff.

All the time, there was something vacant

in your eyes, a tightness in every smile.

Excuses like a row of missing teeth.

I ignored the blankness, let it grow;

you were hiding something

the nothingness I now know.

When the spectre came to call –

I wasn’t shocked at all.