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Your chair stays untouched
I still set a second plate
Grief eats next to me.
I fell in love with all you are
Not just the light but every scar
The quiet truths you couldn’t share
I saw them still I deeply cared.

Your heart spoke softly though lips stayed still
A gentle pull I couldn’t will
You hid a part afraid I’d flee
But even then you had all of me.

Trust me when I say it’s true
I’ve loved you long before I knew
Before the world before the name
My love for you still burned the same.

And if your secret held you tight
I held you closer through the night
Because real love, it sees right through
And I was always seeing you.
I want this poem to speaks of quiet devotion, seeing through silence, and choosing love even when the truth is hidden. Dear I knew, even if you couldn’t say it. And still truly I loved you. All of you. The hidden parts, the fear, the truth. You never had to hide from me. I wish you knew.
Someone I loved once gave to me
A box of night, no lock, no key.
I held it close with trembling hands
Not knowing then its strange demands.

It whispered cold, it swallowed light
It taught me silence, sleepless nights.
I cursed its weight, I grieved its cost
A symbol of the love I’d lost.

But seasons turned, as seasons do
And cracks let in a deeper truth.
Within that dark, a seed was sown
A strength I never would have known.

Now looking back, I see it clear
The gift was pain, the gift was fear.
But in its heart, a truth would lift
That even sorrow hides a gift.
A gift wrapped in sorrow, this poem reflects how pain can quietly grow into strength. What begins as heartbreak slowly reveals itself as an unexpected blessing in disguise.
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