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my dad's
old chair
sits empty
while I
still catch
myself
saving
stories
he'll never
ask to
hear
2024 (AI)
dinner
for one
again
tastes like
freedom
I still
have to
convince
myself
I wanted
2024 (AI)
old songs
find me
in strange
places now—
carrying
whispers of
who we
thought we'd
become
before time
taught us
better
2024 (AI)
my phone
lies face
down now
while tea
grows cold
and quiet
fills spaces
algorithms
never knew
how to
understand
2024 (AI)
I saw
how much
that small
moment meant
to you—
your eyes
bright with
the kind of
hope
I outgrew
but still
remember
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here—
take this
moment
I have
plenty
stored away
in places
where
winning
stopped
mattering
years ago
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so
I watch
your hands
shake
as you hold
the trophy
and my smile
is not
a mask
but a gift
I've learned
to give
freely
2024 (AI)
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