Date Published: January 27, 2026
Time Published: 7:47 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Unspoken love and lingering of what almost was.
I dreamed of you—again,
As if the stars still remember your name.
You were there—
Soft as a memory that never aged,
While I stood half lost and half awake,
Unsure whether to smile or ache.
You didn't change in my dream,
Not even in the ways I hoped.
Your voice was still calm, your eyes still kind,
The kind of warmth that was never mine.
Isn't it strange?
I'm still longing for you in a place,
Where my love was never spoken.
I wanted to tell you then,
How your laughter used to follow me home,
How I memorized your silence more than words.
But dreams are cruel—they end too soon,
Never giving me the chance to get close to you.
Then I wake up, still feeling you there,
A ghost of what could never be.
Maybe it wasn't longing,
Maybe it was just what love almost was—
A quiet wish that never learned how to leave,
Still finding me in sleep,
When I least expect it.
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