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Somewhere, someone is leaving, not arriving. In a hospital corridor, The silent sob of a son Who never got the courage To hug his dad one last time. A dead artist Sits in an office suit On the passenger seat of a train, Buried alive long ago By expectations and responsibilities, An eidolon of an imaginary portrait Created when he was still alive. Every window you stare out at night Is a world you will never fully know. Every stranger you pass by Is a story that never told you hello. Someone is falling in love. Someone is hugging the belongings Of someone who will never return. Somewhere, a poet whispered solvane Into the silence of her muse. Somewhere, a kind-hearted soul, Kept helping others Even as his heart broke a thousand times, Quietly carrying shredded pieces within him, Yet still choosing to be gentle. Someone is starting a new life in a new city. Someone is sitting alone, trying not to break. Sonder is realizing The soul reading this, The soul you had a glance of just once, Might be standing on the ruins Of a life you never knew existed. And suddenly, The world feels heavier, Softer, Heartbreaking, And heartwarming At the same time.
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 7:57 AM UTC
To the soul reading this
Somewhere, someone is leaving, not arriving. In a hospital corridor, The silent sob of a son Who never got the courage To hug his dad one last time. A dead artist Sits in an office suit On the passenger seat of a train, Buried alive long ago By expectations and responsibilities, An eidolon of an imaginary portrait Created when he was still alive. Every window you stare out at night Is a world you will never fully know. Every stranger you pass by Is a story that never told you hello. Someone is falling in love. Someone is hugging the belongings Of someone who will never return. Somewhere, a poet whispered solvane Into the silence of her muse. Somewhere, a kind-hearted soul, Kept helping others Even as his heart broke a thousand times, Quietly carrying shredded pieces within him, Yet still choosing to be gentle. Someone is starting a new life in a new city. Someone is sitting alone, trying not to break. Sonder is realizing The soul reading this, The soul you had a glance of just once, Might be standing on the ruins Of a life you never knew existed. And suddenly, The world feels heavier, Softer, Heartbreaking, And heartwarming At the same time.
I wrote this poem thinking of souls I have around me , every part of this poem is the voice of different parts of my soul
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 7:57 AM UTC
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