It's an understatement to say it didn't break me.
Because it did.
In the deepest corners of my soul,
Even the parts you couldn't see—
there's an irreparable hole there
that could only fit you.
I still felt like a ghost in this house,
Haunted by memories of you.
Pictures on the walls, our song on the loop...
These things I wished I could throw away,
But couldn't,
Because they're still so you.
Even the hue of the wood of this table
matched your eyes when the sunlight hit them,
With just the right twist and tilt of the head,
I could still imagine you standing in the kitchen,
Holding the pan on one hand,
My spatula on the other.
It's almost painful,
How one memory collided with the others,
Owing each moment of grace,
To that scene in the rain we kept repeating.
I didn't get to even properly acknowledge the fact that I actually loved you.
And now, maybe it was too late.
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What Love Used To Look Like
Poetry"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the di...
