The One You'll Never Find Again

You walked away,
thinking I’d stay broken—
that I’d wilt quietly
in the space where you left me.

But I became sunlight.
I became storm.
I became the sound in your silence,
and the ache in your calm.

I was never just a girl you touched.
I was the rhythm your soul didn’t know it was dancing to.
The warmth in the cold you now lie beside.
The softness your hands still reach for in dreams.

You thought you’d find better.
But better doesn’t come wrapped in fire and grace.
Better doesn’t laugh like moonlight,
or love you in ways that reveal your own soul.

You will look for me
in bodies that never quite fit,
in eyes that shine but don’t see you,
in beds that smell like nothing at all.

I was rare.
I was real.
And I was yours.

But you couldn’t keep something
you never truly saw.

And now,
you will miss me
in the quietest ways—
when the world goes still,
and no one calls your name
like I did.


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