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we may not be lovers
we may not be
that far
but I think
I know
who we are

we are
lovers
of words
and thoughts
we embrace

in our hearts

we are lovers
who together
discover and
uncover
those spaces
and places
our minds make
to take us
close our eyes
reeling
to soak up
those feelings

we may not be lovers

we are
lovers
of words
and thoughts
we embrace

in our hearts

We've all been there – questioning the labels we put on relationships.

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Whispers of Silence

Not with farewell, or thunderous cries,
But in this silence, where love slowly dies.
No parting words, just shadows that creep,
An empty room, where memories sleep.

A broken promise, like glass on the floor,
Shattered reflections of what was before.
Unspoken feelings, like whispers in the dark,
A silent ending, leaving its mark.

In this stillness, my heart takes flight,
A lonely journey through the endless night.
The ghost of you, a haunting embrace,
Lingering softly in this desolate space.

This poem isn't about a lost love; it's a confession – to myself, mostly – about my own part in letting it all fall apart. The emptiness isn't just in the room; it's inside me.

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Breathing Through the Cracks

Some days, I still feel like a mess of memories I didn’t ask to keep.
There’s a heaviness in my chest, as if the weight of it all never left.
But healing, I’ve realized, isn’t about forgetting,
it’s about learning to breathe with the pain still here.
It’s waking up, finding the courage to choose softness,
even when the ache threatens to swallow me whole.
It’s letting the past quietly stand in the corner,
while I build — piece by piece — something new,
something warm enough to hold me through the cracks.

To all of us healing from what broke us, it’s okay if sometimes we’re going in circles.
Take your time. There’s no rush. Healing will come when it’s ready

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The Alchemy of Loss

Not everyone is meant to stay—some are meant to become lessons.
Some teach love without conditions.
Some teach how to find it within.
It isn’t always forever, but it can still be real.

Even the right lessons can come from the wrong people.
And maybe,
in that way,
no one was ever really wrong.

It wasn't forever, but the memory glows like embers in the twilight

— The End —