I could lapse the minutes in which I breathe, find the words I ought to have said that day.
The breath of your love, the whisper of your hatred,
You had told me,
“Love can exist in the quietest of places, left unsaid, but still felt...”
Only in your absence did I begin to feel it,
I had been lying to myself all along.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 12:34 AM UTC
I could lapse the minutes in which I breathe, find the words I ought to have said that day.
The breath of your love, the whisper of your hatred,
You had told me,
“Love can exist in the quietest of places, left unsaid, but still felt...”
Only in your absence did I begin to feel it,
I had been lying to myself all along.
