Instrumental Delta Blues For Hours (vol. 1)

The Place Eyes Met Across the Room and Something Infinite Seemed Possible

Promises That Felt Like the Start of a Grand Narrative But Were Interrupted by Your Glance at the Door

The Way You Leaned In Close Enough to Suggest Intimacy Yet Pulled Back Just as the Conversation Turned Toward Vulnerability

Mornings After Where the Bed Was Still Warm But You Were Already Gone With A Distant Look in Your Eyes

Attempts at Connection That Devolved into Unanswered Questions About What This Could Be

Your First Departure Framed as Nothing But Sent Me Into Whatever Solitary Hell I Inhabited

Weeks of Silence Punctuated by Random Memories That Played Like Looped Reels in My Mind

The Unexpected Message Out of the Blue Sounding Sincere Enough to Reignite the Flickering Hope I'd Been Trying to Extinguish

Rekindled Desire That Masked the Underlying Anxiety of Impending Abandonment

But Then the Pattern Reemerged with You Canceling Plans Last Minute Again

Cycles of Approach and Retreat Like a Tidal Wave That Never Fully Crashes But Keeps Teasing the Shoreline

Building Trust Brick by Brick Only for You to Knock It Down with Another Sudden Vanishing Act

The Pain of Anticipating Your Next Arrival Knowing It Would Be Fleeting Like a Commercial Break in an Endless Soap Opera

Lingering Touches That Promised More But Dissolved into Assumed Goodbyes Before Dawn Could Fully Break

Questions Left Hanging in the Air Like Unresolved Footnotes in a Manuscript No One Ever Edits

Your Comebacks Always Accompanied by No Apologies Yet Somehow Still Managed to Pull Me Back In

The Emotional Whiplash of Joy Followed by Despair in Rapid Succession Like a Badly Tuned Radio Static

Thoughts of What Could Have Been If Only You'd Stayed Long Enough to Let the Roots Take Hold

But Instead More Turnaways Disguised as Temporary Hiatuses That Stretched into Indefinite Absences

The Accumulation of Scars from Repeated Rejections Masquerading as Hesitations or Bad Timing

Trust Eroded Like a Cliff Face Under Constant Erosion Never Given Time to Stabilize or Rebuild

The Back-and-Forth Becoming a Ritual Dance of Hope and Heartache Choreographed by Your Indecision

Painful Realizations in Solitary Moments That This Love Was a Ghost Story Without a Proper Haunting

Echoes of Laughter from Brief Reunions That Now Sound Hollow in the Vast Emptiness of Your Absence

The Weight of Unspoken Regrets Piling Up Like Unread Books on a Shelf Meant for Shared Evenings

What Might Have Blossomed into Something Profound Reduced to Withered Petals Scattered by Your Winds of Change

Lingering Scents That Evoke a Melancholy So Deep It Feels Like a Joke Played on My Heart

The Hypothetical Futures We Never Explored Hanging in the Air Like Unsolved Equations in a Forgotten Notebook

Final Attempts at Closure Met with Yet Another Tentative Return That Only Prolongs the Agony

Acceptance Creeping In Slowly That This Was Never Meant to Grow Beyond the Torment of Intermittence

The Blues of Unrequited Potential Playing on Repeat in the Quiet Hours Where Solitude Reigns Supreme

And Yet the Ghost of What Could Have Been Still Whispers in the Wind Refusing to Fade into Oblivion Entirely