Living half in memory
stitched with fragile thread.
Waiting on replies
to pledges never said.
Held the hands of storms,
drunk on joy and fear.
Kissed through rain,
like lovestruck fools
when endings felt too near.
left some names behind,
held a few too close,
one who lit the match,
one who loved us most.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 2:04 PM UTC
Living half in memory
stitched with fragile thread.
Waiting on replies
to pledges never said.
Held the hands of storms,
drunk on joy and fear.
Kissed through rain,
like lovestruck fools
when endings felt too near.
left some names behind,
held a few too close,
one who lit the match,
one who loved us most.
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