I once imagined your voice—
deep, steady,
full of the words I needed to hear:
"I love you."
"I'm proud of you."
"I'm sorry."
But those words never came.
You were supposed to be my protector,
my shelter.
Instead, you became a shadow.
I searched for you
in every stranger's kindness,
hoping to find
what I wished
could have been you.
They told me,
"It'll take time."
But how much time
Until the pain lets go?
It fades, yes—
But it lingers,
Like a new wound
Reopened by memory.
I don’t miss you.
I miss
Who I imagined you to be
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC
I once imagined your voice—
deep, steady,
full of the words I needed to hear:
"I love you."
"I'm proud of you."
"I'm sorry."
But those words never came.
You were supposed to be my protector,
my shelter.
Instead, you became a shadow.
I searched for you
in every stranger's kindness,
hoping to find
what I wished
could have been you.
They told me,
"It'll take time."
But how much time
Until the pain lets go?
It fades, yes—
But it lingers,
Like a new wound
Reopened by memory.
I don’t miss you.
I miss
Who I imagined you to be
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