Surviving Heartbreak

A Piece Of Home

We don't call it love anymore
not out loud, not with words
but sometimes, in the silence between
your breath and mine,
I still hear it.

You were my person—
not just the one I loved,
but the one who made the world
make sense.
The one who made me feel
like I could finally put my bags down
and just be.

Even now,
when the titles have faded
and we sleep on opposite sides
of stories we never finished,
I still find you
in the quiet places of me.

Your skin still feels like shelter,
your arms still know the way
my body folds into you
without asking.
I tell myself it's just a habit,
but the truth is,
you still feel like home.

And maybe this isn't forever,
maybe it's just a borrowed moment
from a life we almost had —
but I'll take it.
I'll take the weight of you beside me,
the sound of your voice in the dark,
the echo of comfort
I can still carry.

Because even if we're no longer
what we used to be,
I get to keep this:
a piece of home,
a piece of you,
and all the warmth
that never left.

—MistakenGenius