Date Published: October 2, 2025
Time Published: 6:05 PM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Yearning for a love that still eclipses the present
I hold you close,
But my arms are reaching for her.
Every time I breathe your name,
Her ghost answers back.
You smile—
And I almost convinced myself it’s enough,
Until the memory of her laugh,
Cuts through me like glass.
It’s not fair to you.
It’s not fair to me.
But when I kiss you,
It is her lips I’m tasting.
You think you’ve healed me.
But I am a wound that never closed,
A ruin dressed in borrowed warmth.
And though you’re here,
Alive, breathing, loving—
My heart still bleeds for the one,
I can only touch in memory.
God, how I wish it was her instead of you.
Not because you lack,
But because she was the beginning and the end,
And you…
You are the silence between.
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