I keep forgetting you’re gone
not in big ways,
but in the smallest, cruelest moments.
Like when something happens
and my first thought is still,
“I should tell her.”
Your name still sits
at the tip of my tongue,
like a prayer that has nowhere to go.
The world didn’t stop
when you left.
That’s the part that feels wrong.
Cars still pass,
people still laugh,
the sun still rises
like it doesn’t know
it’s shining on a life
that doesn’t have you in it anymore.
I see pieces of you everywhere
in songs I can’t listen to,
in places I can’t go,
in memories that don’t ask permission
before they break me all over again.
And God, I miss you
in ways I don’t know how to explain
not just your voice,
or your touch,
but the way I was
when I was yours.
Nights are the worst.
That’s when it all gets louder
the silence,
the emptiness,
the space you used to fill so easily.
I lie there imagining
that somehow you’ll come back,
that this is all just
some long, cruel pause
but morning always comes
and reminds me
that you’re still gone.
I would’ve stayed.
Through everything,
I would’ve stayed.
And now all I have
are these memories
that feel more like ghosts
haunting me
with the life
I almost had with you.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 9:22 PM UTC
I keep forgetting you’re gone
not in big ways,
but in the smallest, cruelest moments.
Like when something happens
and my first thought is still,
“I should tell her.”
Your name still sits
at the tip of my tongue,
like a prayer that has nowhere to go.
The world didn’t stop
when you left.
That’s the part that feels wrong.
Cars still pass,
people still laugh,
the sun still rises
like it doesn’t know
it’s shining on a life
that doesn’t have you in it anymore.
I see pieces of you everywhere
in songs I can’t listen to,
in places I can’t go,
in memories that don’t ask permission
before they break me all over again.
And God, I miss you
in ways I don’t know how to explain
not just your voice,
or your touch,
but the way I was
when I was yours.
Nights are the worst.
That’s when it all gets louder
the silence,
the emptiness,
the space you used to fill so easily.
I lie there imagining
that somehow you’ll come back,
that this is all just
some long, cruel pause
but morning always comes
and reminds me
that you’re still gone.
I would’ve stayed.
Through everything,
I would’ve stayed.
And now all I have
are these memories
that feel more like ghosts
haunting me
with the life
I almost had with you.
I miss you more ever second of the day that passes by...