With your presence stitched into my soul,
I quarrel with myself each day.
Pleading with my heart to let you go,
While your memories stand guard.
Unwilling to release even a thread of you.

Every breath is a burden.
A silent ache beneath my ribs.
Because your thoughts linger like perfume in the air.
Refusing to fade, refusing to forgive.

Somewhere along the way,my heartbeat forgot its own rhythm and d learned only the gentle thud.
That whispers your name in every pulse.
You’ve etched yourself across my being like lifelines on my palm that fate itself respects.
Like words on my forehead only destiny can read.
Like a song lodged in my throat that even silence dares not interrupt.

Your voice still lives in my ears,
Building echoes from the void,
Haunting every quiet room I enter,
Tugging at my focus like a child lost in a crowd.
I once believed you dissolved into me,
Like salt in water
So I can evaporate myself to run away from you.
But now, I see…
You were like water in milk
undetectable, inseparable.
Even in your absence, the breathe you exhale is bringing your presence.
In this silence of autumn your laughter blooms like an echo of spring.


You still live inside me but by holding onto you, I’ve lost parts of who I was.
Now, even my breathing…
Feels like something you left behind,
Like I only breathe because your memory wants me to.