I found myself lost after your absence.
It's truly a strange sensation.
Is it because I no longer greet you in the mornings?
Is it because I can't witness the brightness of your smile that once filled my heart?
Or... is it that you're no longer part of my life,
no longer the missing puzzle piece I needed?
Once, you filled my days with laughter and light,
now they're shadowed by your absence.
You promised you'd stay,
yet here I am, piecing myself together
while your echoes linger.
The warmth of your gaze has turned to a distant memory,
as you walk by, avoiding my eyes,
a stranger where once there was love.
Each day, I wrestle with the urge to forget you,
to stop dreaming of the moment you might return,
yet here I sit, pouring my soul onto this paper,
as if these words could bridge the distance.
As if the ink could somehow reach you,
convey the weight of my longing,
the echoes of laughter we shared.
I write, hoping you'll read the feelings etched in my heart,
wondering if you might reconsider,
turn around, and find your way back home to me.
Not a night slips by without visions of you,
arms wrapped around me,
your gentle hands soothing my hair
as I lie on this cold mattress,
chasing away the night's eerie shadows.
Not a morning dawns where I don't see you there,
smiling down, kissing my forehead -
only to awaken to another bittersweet illusion.
Now, I no longer seek your presence near me.
No longer do I expect you to repay the letters
I penned with heartfelt apologies,
Or the words and emotions poured into every page written solely for you.
For I know now, you only take and never return.
Yet, I must confess, I once longed for your response—
For the grace of your acknowledgement,
For the reciprocity of kindness,
And the apology I thought I deserved.
You never truly apologize.
Perhaps you did, once, though it was half-hearted,
And still, I struggle to forgive you.
You can speak endlessly to the one who despises me,
Yet I've yearned for the words you've offered them.
Why can't you see that I've tried, time and again, to change for you?
Why must you make it so hard for me to bear?
I offer my apologies, from the depths of my heart,
For being a burden you never asked to carry.
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Beneath the Surface
Poetry'Beneath the Surface' offers an exploration of grief and unspoken emotions, capturing the essence of love lost through a series of haunting poems. Each piece reveals the quiet turmoil that simmers beneath the surface, inviting contemplation of hear...
