You are everywherethe color yellow decides to stay. Not in grand places—not in the cathedral light of stained glassor the pages of old love letters— but in the small, forgettable cornerswhere the world does not expect memory. Morning begins with you. The sunrise arrives quietlythrough the blinds,spilling that thin yellowacross the floorboards. It spreads the... Continue Reading →
I look at you, and I sigh.My heart is a whirlpool of emotions;my brain, an abyss of thoughts.So many things to ask you,so many things to say.I practice the words,the clearest way possible,sharp like an arrow,loud like thunder.I line up my thoughts,one after the other:like steps of a staircase,escalating yet constant;like waves of the oceans,pulsing... Continue Reading →
I am not grieving you anymore—not the way your hands once knew my name.I have learned the shape of goodbye,set it gently on the shelfwhere truths are kept. What aches is the futurewe never reached. The quiet house we planned with laughter,the mornings folded into shared routines,the ordinary miracleswe thought were guaranteedsimply because we believed... Continue Reading →
i have learned to keep quietthe way dusk keeps its color—softly, as if the sun never left.you move through your dayslike a secret wearing sunlight,and i pretend not to notice the glow. we made a vow once—not of love, but of honesty—a promise to speak when hearts wandered,to draw the line gently, like a handbetween... Continue Reading →
Once, I was your song—the melody that carried your namethrough every open window,your voice echoing in the wide, forgiving air.Every note of me alive on your tongue,every word loud enoughto shake the quiet from the world.You sang me without shame,bright and unrestrained,as if love had no shadow. Once, I was your art—you, the painter;I, the... Continue Reading →
Tonight, the stars remember your name.They blink like guilty witnessesto a love that once carved its constellationacross our skin. I stand beneath their trembling light,thinking how the moon still tracesthe same slow arc it didthe night you said you were leaving—and how I’d still cross that silver tidejust to meet you halfway again. If the... Continue Reading →
We sit beside each otheras the sky folds itself into dusk,the sun slipping behind the edge of the sealike a secret too tired to keep. You laugh.I laugh.And it’s real—but it’s not the same. There was a timewhen your smile felt like discovery,like stumbling barefoot into warm sandafter a long, aching winter.Now it’s a familiar... Continue Reading →
I walk the edge of comfort and despair,grateful for your voice that still finds mine,a fragile thread that says you still care—yet never enough to cross the line. Your laughter warms me, a fleeting sun,but I wonder what I am beneath your gaze.A secret kept, a door half-shut, undone,a ghost you visit in your quiet... Continue Reading →
He walks the quiet corridors of thought,a boy still haunted by a ghost of fire.The rooms are empty, yet filled with planshe once had laid like bricks of desire—a life with him, a home of laughter,a map of tomorrows traced by their hands. He lingers in doorways no one opens,listens for footsteps that will not... Continue Reading →
I ruined cooking—the sizzle of garlic in oil stabs like a memory.You'd peek in, sweetly grinning,telling me, "That smells awesome, Love."Now the kitchen echoeswith pots too quiet,a silence that burns worse than the flame.I ruined laundry—each tumble of shirts a cruel cycle,your scent once clinging like a vownow clings like a ghost.We dreamed aloud by... Continue Reading →
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