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Malcolm
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7d
The Hours I Loved You Most
I loved you in the silence,
the forgotten, aching still,
that throbbed beneath the rain–
in clocks too slow to ****.
You were not lost or vanished,
not ghost, nor fleeting flame–
but time rewrote your nearness,
and absence learned my name.
I loved you when the dishes
lay waiting in the sink,
when dusk fell down too early
and left no space to think.
You were not made for statues,
for saints or poet’s pen–
you were the crack in breathing
that let the sorrow in.
I do not write you letters,
for words fall through the sieve;
I loved you past the promise
of anything I’d give.
Not for your tender smiling
or how your hands once pressed–
but for the way you linger
inside my failing chest.
So stay, not as a memory,
not shadow, smoke, or sound–
but as the ache I carry
when no one is around.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
June 2025
The Hours I Loved You Most
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Malcolm
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