carved from pine and painted with acrylics.
When you no longer have feelings,
and you slow‑dance alone—
your hands on your own shoulders,
your cheek pressed to nothing at
all.
And
time canters by
without mercy,
as the last unicorn fades
into the future,
carrying with him a maiden
meant for someone else.
When
you no longer need
to be touched,
because you’ve forgotten
what warmth feels like,
and Romeo’s unspoken words
no longer stir
even the smallest tremor in your
chest—
when
loneliness slips
beneath your covers
like a familiar ghost,
wrapping his cold arms
around your ribs
as if he’s
the only one who ever truly stayed.
When
your tears
fall into the dim light
of twilight memories,
and your hands—
those trembling hands—
no longer reach out
because no one ever reached back…
stop.
Take
one moment.
One fragile, breaking moment.
And
embrace the loved ones
you left behind—
before they, too,
become memories
you can only touch in the dark.
WHAT DOES THIS POEM MEAN?
Beneath the imagery of fading unicorns, ghost‑loneliness, and forgotten warmth, the poem is really about emotional numbness, isolation, and the danger of letting yourself drift so far inward that you lose the people who still care about you.
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