Published by: Mherry Vhine Macalalag
Date Published: August 28, 2025
Time Published: 10:22 AM
Category : Poetry
Subject: The inability to stay
I hope this letter finds you well and somewhere far away,
here the air smells of rain and not of endings.
Where your hands are steady
and your laughter doesn’t sound like survival.
Maybe you're there with the sun in your hair,
And not the weight of sharpness in your chest.
Then I'll finally see you untouched by the coldness of my embrace,
But instead your skin is warmed by something gentler than a memory.
You deserve to be free—
not running, not hiding,
just free.
I hope this letter finds you smiling without aching,
your heart unlearning the language of breaking.
And someday you'll wake up without my name bleeding against your teeth like a wound.
But more than anything,
I hope it finds you alive,
oh god, I hope it finds you alive.
Then I'll wish this reaches all the places I never could touch.
If it stings—maybe just once—then let it sting.
So you’ll know we mattered,
and when it does, let it fade away quietly as the ocean's tide.
So that I can try to pretend we never happened,
Convince myself this silence is new
And yet, why do you still haunt me so?
Like a tide that won't obey the shore
But still, I'll send this letter.
Hoping it finds you in ways I failed to do so—
And I hope you know
why I couldn’t anymore.
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