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Love somebody like you will lose them tomorrow
  1d Jīn Sīyǎ
AS
I will live on
with or without you.

I won't cry,
I  won't die.
I will live on
with or without you.

With you, life can be
a smooth journey.
Without you
it will be lonely,
but
I will live on
With or without you.

My life is not mine alone -
It's tethered to my family and friends.
For them,
I will live on
with or without you.
Inspired by a comment by Mr. Val Roy. Thank you.
Night falls— once again,
the cold moon offers no answer—
Why did you leave?
  2d Jīn Sīyǎ
Arii
I don’t want to die,
I want to cease to exist.
To never have been born
And never have lived
For my soul and body to disappear
For any memory of me to be gone
To dissolve into nothingness and
Never have been anything at all
Random write at 10pm I forgot what day
Through whispered words and silent sighs,
We built a world beneath the skies.
We fought, we hurt, we drifted far,
But still, you shined like a distant star.
No matter the battles, no matter the pain,
Your nearness was where my heart remained.

In moments of silence, we found our space,
In each other’s eyes, a familiar place.
Though words may fail, and time may flee,
Just being near you was enough for me.

Now in my dreams, you softly appear,
A presence that brings both joy and fear.
We reach for words we can’t quite say,
But your warmth stays, in every way.

I carry you with me, not in regret,
But in the love we shared, the things unmet.
No matter the distance, no matter the years,
You’ll always be close, in my heart, my fears.
Poetry for missing the loved ones
I keep writing to you,
day in and day out,
in languages of wind -
questions with no address,
apologies unechoed.

Are you warm there?
Does the light stay gentle
on the face I still see
when I close my eyes?

Peace was never
what you knew best.
You were made of storms,
and wrecking silences.

So tell me,
if whispers cross that border:

Do you finally feel safe?
Or is it me stitching
meaning into absence?
If you're hurting, I would
trade every breath
to unknot the dark.

Still spinning stories,
not knowing, but begging the air:
one feather, my love.
Just one little sign to know:  
you're loved, you're safe,
you're light at last.
To reach a child, you kneel-
not with your eyes alone,
with your spine and pride too,
till your shadow become a shelter.

She pushed me, fists like failed words,
all the anger in her eyes, a language
for all she couldn't give words to.
I bit back lectures, giving way to silence.

And I let it speak:
"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒".

Through it, echoed the words,
apologizing for an err not mine,
melting her anger like frost at dawn,
like a breath held too long, released.

That's when I knew,
this is how I loved you,
not by fixing, but standing guard,
at the door of your wounds.

But some storms only end
when the sky drowns itself.
Now I kneel alone, repeating my apology,
to the air, to the child in you,
to the silence that took you away.
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