i'll always feel the absence of you
as an ache that wont fade
or an empty space that can't be filled
maybe that's the thing about this first love
it will gnaw at me with every love that comes posthumously
i may forget your face,
the smile i once loved,
but how can i forget
that you were my safe place
where my mind was quiet
and my heart was calm
even on our bad days
but, like a sickness
that slowly steals the life from you,
things were better before they got worse
and that left an open ending
about what could have been
if i had stayed
so maybe it's not really the loss of you that hurts
it's those "what ifs" and
"what could have beens"
it's the slow decay of something left for dead
but even bones disintegrate into the earth
and take a new form
which makes this first love more like a fossil,
fading but the imprint of what once existed is somehow preserved
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC
i'll always feel the absence of you
as an ache that wont fade
or an empty space that can't be filled
maybe that's the thing about this first love
it will gnaw at me with every love that comes posthumously
i may forget your face,
the smile i once loved,
but how can i forget
that you were my safe place
where my mind was quiet
and my heart was calm
even on our bad days
but, like a sickness
that slowly steals the life from you,
things were better before they got worse
and that left an open ending
about what could have been
if i had stayed
so maybe it's not really the loss of you that hurts
it's those "what ifs" and
"what could have beens"
it's the slow decay of something left for dead
but even bones disintegrate into the earth
and take a new form
which makes this first love more like a fossil,
fading but the imprint of what once existed is somehow preserved
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