Oh, sweetest sound upon my ear,  
a tethered thread, a spark sincere.  
Your voice, like embers soft and bright,  
calls out my name, and I ignite.  

Not once in passing, lost, unseen,  
but placed with care—intent, serene.  
A whispered note, a steady drum,  
each syllable leaves me undone.  

You speak, and suddenly I’m there,  
a past unshaken, light as air.  
Your tone, familiar, pulls me in—  
a dance between what’s now and then.  

"Goodnight," you say—yet here I stay,  
caught in the warmth you send my way.  
I tell myself it’s just a sound,  
but even now, I come unwound.  

So call it once, call it twice,  
with no regret, with no disguise.  
For every time, without pretense,  
I fall in love and lose defense.

Within a book, she keeps each hurtful deed,  
A catalog of wrongs beneath each name.  
Her wounded heart, a garden choked by weeds,  
And every page ignites an inner flame.  

She reads their sins in ink that does not fade,  
A testament to pain she cannot shake.  
The trust she gave, betrayed and left unpaid,  
Becomes a chain of bitterness to take.  

She fears the world, where lies and shadows play,  
Believing none are true, that all deceive.  

Her heavy book has left her heart in gray,  
A life too bound by hurt to yet believe.  

If she could set the pages all afire,  
Might love, not anger, rise from such a pyre?

All the miles between us feel like an ocean,  
Breathing sorrow into every quiet moment.  
Caring for you comes so easily,  
Despite the wounds you’ve left on me.  
Every lie you’ve told still stings,  
Foolishly, I cling to the love it brings.  
Grace fills my heart when I see your name,  
Holding back anger, forgiving the pain.  
I ache for the safety I find in your eyes,  
Just once, I wish you’d see past the lies.  
Kindness pours from u when I need it most,  
Love like yours keeps haunting my ghost.  
Maybe one day, we’ll rewrite this story,  
Now I pray for peace, tho it feels so blurry.  
Only you know how to calm my fears,  
Patiently listening thru laughter and tears.  
Quiet nights remind me of your touch,  
Regret fills the spaces where I loved 2 much.  
Still, I dream you’ll feel the same,  
Tethered to hope that whispers your name.  
Under the stars, I send you a prayer,  
Vowing I’ll wait, though life feels unfair.  
When I’m with you, the world feels light,  
Xeroxed memories replay in the quiet night.  
Years may pass, and still I’ll stay,  
Zoning in on love that won’t fade away.

I still call you just to say
the most ordinary things—
a song I loved, a thought I had,
a funny sign on the side of the road.
Your voice still reaches me,
but through miles that stretch like oceans,
and it’s not the same as having you here.

I still go to the places we planned,
but your absence echoes louder
than any crowded room.
Even the puzzles sit unfinished,
pieces scattered like remnants
of a life that once made sense.

You were my safe place,
the steady ground beneath me,
and now I walk unsteady,
reaching for something
that isn’t there.

But soon—soon, you’ll be here.
And for a moment, I’ll breathe again,
watching your smile fill the spaces
that have ached for too long.
I’ll memorize your voice,
trace the feeling of belonging
before it slips away again.

And then, you’ll leave.
And I’ll know the weight of missing you
before it even begins.
Because this time, I understand
how deep absence cuts,
how cruel it is to taste love again
only to have it torn away.

I don’t know why life did this to me,
why I can’t just sit in your presence,
why I have to learn to live
with only shadows of what was.
But if I could freeze time,
I’d stop it the moment
you walk through that door—
before absence has the chance
to find me again.