These words,
they feel like home.
The way you used to,
before you left
me, with nothing
but a pen,
and paper
to dry my tears.

Reflecting,
on memories
I can’t refund,
because no receipt came
with the lies I bought.
Words,
are all I have left
when I feel lonely.

Empty,
where your love used to breathe
into me.
These words,
will never fully express
the emotion they carry,
when I say,
I still love you.

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Instagram
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Send message
Wait
Check
Look;

When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Now
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat

The sun wilts through
The windowpane
And I warm under its wings.
What graceful days are these
To chime away hours in solitude,
To wait for resolution
To a question asked again
And answered only in song,
Patience,
And absolution