We haven’t met in a long time—
no words,
no footsteps shared,
no updates on life or days.
But somehow,
you still live in the quiet corners of me.
In thoughts that visit uninvited,
in songs that sound like your silence,
in smiles I wear
when no one’s watching.
I don’t need your presence
to feel something warm.
Just the memory of your voice,
the echo of your eyes,
is enough to soften my day.
You became a rhythm in my heart—
steady,
gentle,
familiar.
I don’t reach for you anymore.
I just carry you—
like a beautiful, unfinished song
that still hums beneath my skin.
You’re not here.
But your memory is.
And today,
that’s enough
to make me smile
like we never drifted.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 1:32 AM UTC
We haven’t met in a long time—
no words,
no footsteps shared,
no updates on life or days.
But somehow,
you still live in the quiet corners of me.
In thoughts that visit uninvited,
in songs that sound like your silence,
in smiles I wear
when no one’s watching.
I don’t need your presence
to feel something warm.
Just the memory of your voice,
the echo of your eyes,
is enough to soften my day.
You became a rhythm in my heart—
steady,
gentle,
familiar.
I don’t reach for you anymore.
I just carry you—
like a beautiful, unfinished song
that still hums beneath my skin.
You’re not here.
But your memory is.
And today,
that’s enough
to make me smile
like we never drifted.
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