I tried to stop loving you,  
So I built my walls high,  
Yet you carved yourself in me,  
A mark that won't erase,  
A pulse beneath the armour,  
A ghost I can't outpace.

In the calm of the night,  
I think of those who came,  
Their voices are like whispers,  
Yet yours always rebounds,  
Resounding in my head,  
As time slips by in vain.

Sometimes I pause and wonder,  
Do you recall my gaze?  
The way the world fell silent,  
When we were face to face,  
The way I'd run toward you,  
Through summer's warm embrace.

Have you turned another page,  
Forgotten what we were,  
While I weave through threads of longing,  
as my memories become a blur?  
My heart still beats your rhythm,  
Though distance makes it stir.

I really tried to stop loving you,  
But love, it seems, won't yield,  
For even in these lonely walls,  
Your significance is revealed,  
Like a heart etched on a tree,  
Too deep to be concealed.

©️Lizzie Bevis