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I still smell your hair, mistake your shadow on the stairs, hear your voice from down the hall, when there is nothing there at all. I smell your cooking, hear you singing, Feel the fibers of your jacket, Tears falling, head ringing I hear your laugh, I see your smile, your voice still melts me despite the miles of space You've put between us. A punch to the face would be less abrasive than seeing your clothes still hanging there and not holding me-- and the guest book on your dresser with our names and that date-- the day we held hands with fate, the day you looked at me your eyes so simply holding onto my gaze because we couldn't let each other go, we were holding on so hard... That was before. That was before. I have to remind myself that what was mine, I thought was mine, Never really was, Never really could have been... An experiment that the tides washed and now somehow I'm missing buttons and that dress doesn't fit anymore. I'm so scared to hear your voice now, my heart breaks a thousand times every syllable, Every shard of a reflection, Lost in your inflection, Smirking because I love you, Crying for everything else.
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Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:04 AM UTC
I Can't Throw Your Vegemite Out of the Pantry
I still smell your hair, mistake your shadow on the stairs, hear your voice from down the hall, when there is nothing there at all. I smell your cooking, hear you singing, Feel the fibers of your jacket, Tears falling, head ringing I hear your laugh, I see your smile, your voice still melts me despite the miles of space You've put between us. A punch to the face would be less abrasive than seeing your clothes still hanging there and not holding me-- and the guest book on your dresser with our names and that date-- the day we held hands with fate, the day you looked at me your eyes so simply holding onto my gaze because we couldn't let each other go, we were holding on so hard... That was before. That was before. I have to remind myself that what was mine, I thought was mine, Never really was, Never really could have been... An experiment that the tides washed and now somehow I'm missing buttons and that dress doesn't fit anymore. I'm so scared to hear your voice now, my heart breaks a thousand times every syllable, Every shard of a reflection, Lost in your inflection, Smirking because I love you, Crying for everything else.
#loss#sadness#divorce#breakup#breaking#up#grieving#losing#someone
miss-masque
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miss-masque
35/F/American
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:04 AM UTC
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