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Mary Huxley Apr 1
I miss those days when we had those funny girl talks,
Gossip about everything and anything,
Laughed and judged every creature that came our way,
Talk about how rich we wanted to be,
Our goals and dreams,
And where we wanted to be.

Then life took a turn,
A sudden turn none of us expected,
You changed how my name was saved in your phone ,
From girlfriend with heart emoji to my bare surname,
When I saw that my heart broke into pieces,
It's funny how you act as if everything is okay.

You smile at me, walk with me, laugh with me,
Pretend as if everything is OK,
But you clearly knew something is not right,
Or should I let bygones be bygones?

The memories we made are like precious gems,
Glistening in the sunlight of our minds,
Reminding me of all the joy we shared,
And all the love that we left behind.

So here's to those days and all the ones to come,
May we always find our way back to each other,
And keep the magic of our friendship alive forever.
I wrote this poem two years ago.
My friend at the time was distanced
We do talk but not like before
It's safe to say it was a one way friendship
I loved her but she loved what I offered instead of me.
It took months for me  to see that
Mary Huxley Mar 6
If you stay,
let it be not out of habit,
not because the nights feel colder alone,
but because the sound of my name
still feels like home on your tongue.

If you stay,
let it be with both feet in,
no glances back at roads left behind,
no whispers of almosts and maybes
only the steady hum of us,
growing, unfolding, becoming.

And if you must go,
go gently,
leave the door ajar,
so the echoes of what we were
can find their way to rest.
Mary Huxley Mar 5
I carry worlds within my chest,
silent storms I don’t confess.
A smile, a nod,a quiet plea,
hoping someone sees through me.
Mary Huxley Mar 2
If you return,
do not knock,
the door has memorized your hands.

If you leave,
do not turn back,
the wind carries only forward.
Mary Huxley Feb 23
I carved your name in the stars, but the dawn stole their light.
I whispered your name to the moon, but it faded into the night.
So I etched your name in my soul, where time cannot erase,
A love so deep, eternal, in its quiet, sacred place.
Mary Huxley Aug 2024
In a world of whispers and dreams,
Where the moon dances in silver streams,
Hearts beat in rhythm, a gentle song,
In the twilight where we belong.

Underneath the starlit sky so vast,
Moments cherished, never surpassed,
In your eyes, a universe I see,
Together, forever wild and free.

Where love resides in the chambers of the heart,
Your name still beeps,
You're my happy place

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