lyla - Hello Poetry

lyla Jun 21

i offered my hand to you
palm faced down
like an empty promise
something without meaning
but the words are there
and they’re soft
and you’re glad.
something open
and closed at once-
something quiet
almost silent
but you can still hear the memory
and maybe that’s enough.
something you can just hold
and you don’t need to be afraid
if you want
to let go

something i wrote after coming back from a wedding, i get poetic at 1am

#gentle #love #quiet

lyla Jun 21

widowing you

i used to say your name
as though it was something precious,
something fragile,
something living.
a heart still beating,
a flame still burning.
but now,
i have come to an acceptance.
an understanding.
that i am like a widow
who cannot accept that her husband
is gone.
a woman who clings to his cold body
as though he’s still in there.
as though he may wake up
his heart still warm and beating
his eyes still sharp and bright.
but just as sure as his body
remains lifeless and limp,
your love will never return.
you are gone,
but i’m still waiting.

#love #yearning #waiting

lyla Jun 19

you’re still here

your hair is still on my comb,
your scent still on my shirt,
the ink of your drawings still on my calloused palm.
sometimes i look into the bathroom mirror
and remember the mist
from when you showered.
there are small traces of you everywhere,
it haunts me in the cruelest way.
my lips still taste of yours.

something i wrote a little while ago

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