Layout by: Cristian Tulisana
Published by: Francen Anne Perez
Date Published: November 13, 2025
Time Published: 12:22 PM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Love in the Haunting of What Could’ve Been
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ?
Your name appeared in my inbox
like a raindrop slipping through a sealed window—
a sound too familiar, too soft
to ignore.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
Because it was you again—
the ghost I learned to stop looking for.
๐๐ช.
Two letters that cracked the calm I built.
I replied ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ, pretending not to tremble,
and when you said ๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐ถ๐ฑ ?
the words echoed like a door creaking open
in a restaurant I swore I’d already left.
I thought I’d buried you beneath healed hours,
under the weight of ordinary days.
But there you were,
pulling at the thread of everything
I’d carefully stitched back together.
My heart did not race—
it remembered.
It remembered how silence once felt like safety,
and how your voice once turned it into music.
You spoke as though time had simply paused,
as if we were two echoes waiting to overlap again.
I watched your words appear on the screen,
and I smiled,
not out of joy,
but out of disbelief
that ghosts could type.
Now, I keep rereading the chat—
each word an aftershock,
each silence a door left slightly open.
And I wonder—
if the past comes knocking again,
does it mean it never really left?

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