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Byeol Writing May 22
You weren’t just a person; you were a feeling,
Part of every moment, every breath.
Fights and laughter, just being together—
A treasure I’ll hold onto forever.
You were the spring that brought me joy,
The bloom that made my life bright.
I did know those days would fade,
When the time came, we had to part, leaving memories in my heart.
I’ll hold you longer than I’ve known.
And now time has passed, and things have changed,
But that feeling, it still remains.
For your memory is my heart's true home.
I can let go of them, maybe someday,
But not the feeling—not ever.
Zywa May 22
We're very busy,

so we miss you extra now --


by not missing you.
Arjan Berkhuysen and Anemoon Elzinga about missing their son Mees who died in an accident (interview by Kim Bos in the NRC of May 20th, 2025)

Collection "Being my own museum"
I wanted to show you my heart but it left my world tearing apart I don't even wonder why I feel unwell I don't wonder why exist in this world
Simon Bridges May 20
A small room
                       Austere
A sepia image
Retains a slender figure
                     In Silver frame

It rests
Upon a circular table
Where within fallen petals
A single barbed rose
Lays beside a Gillows chair
                   There is no vase

A newspaper
               Outdated
Placed with intent
On a chaise longue
Awaits a reply from
         An underlined entry
         That’s buried
         Within the lost and found
Cheyenne May 13
I miss myself.
Not me now,
but before.

Before I grew older,
and learned awful things.
Before I stopped wearing sundresses,
and pigtails in my hair.

I miss the me that didn't fall apart like glass.
I miss the me that didn't have false hope
that everything would get better.
I miss the me that didn't run from her problems.

I want the me who wanted to stand on the sun,
and reach for the clouds.
I want the me who only cried over a dropped ice cream cone,
or a broken toy.
I want the me who always smiled wide enough,
that you could see her tongue through her gapped teeth.

I want to be what I was.
I want to be happy.
I want to not care what others think.
I want to not be rocks at the bottom of the lake.

I long not to be myself.
I long to be the version that people liked,
and wanted.
Steve Page May 12
Like a piece of my jigsaw
Like a block from my jenga
Like a bridge for my song
Like a love forgone

You are missing from me
From the French "Tu me manques."  Not: 'I'm missing you'. But: 'You are missing from me.'
You promised
A lifetime of poetry
Just to leave without
A single line
So I search for them in stollen verses...
Alfira N Apr 26
were you the prince of my dream
January and all the beautiful things
disappeared in one night
you were catching flight

your warmth, your smell
dumbfounded, were they lies
if it’s real why am I alone
my heart dropped like never before
ophelia Apr 24
you spoke of dreams,
moments not here,
but lingering just beyond reach.
i see you too—in flashes,
a laugh, a name i never fully said.

i close my eyes,
and there you are,
in the tremble of stars,
the flicker of streetlights,
the hum of midnight waves.

you linger like a soft melody,
always near,
but never enough.
a secret i kept in silence,
carried with every breath.
Renn Apr 23
when i said i wanted you i never meant a relationship
it was just stationary
we’d be better off with just a friendship
but my friends are all imaginary
sometimes i see you here with me
but it’s only a hallucination
one day you’ll come back, maybe..
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