I remember the bus ride—
choosing the seat beside you
even when I was meant to go somewhere else.
Somehow, I always chose you.
I remember the Christmas break,
how I hid my feelings carefully,
like they might shatter if exposed.
I tasted the cookie you baked—
sweet,
warm,
familiar,
like your smile.
I remember the moment
I almost told you
how much I loved you.
I remember everything.
And yet—
I don't remember us.
I don't remember how we became this,
or when love thinned into silence.
I don't remember the feeling of your lips,
or the sound of myself being happy.
I don't remember what joy felt like
inside my own body.
Only that something once lived here.
And now—
there is nothing left
I can recognize.
YOU ARE READING
Every part of me
PoetryThis book took years to begin. Not because I lacked words, but because I lacked the courage to open my heart. To my readers- this is my soul, laid bare. Every page holds a piece of me: my vulnerability, my joy, the moments I loved deeply, and the gr...
