That nostalgic ache for what might have been—
Once nothing, now everything.
A past I cling to,
A memory I cradle,
A regret etched in forever.
How deeply I would have cherished you,
But I chose to let you go.
Now I'm left with the cold wind
That once warmed the space you filled—
A home you no longer occupy.
All that remains is a fading trace:
Your scent, your touch, your kisses.
And the hollow echo of your absence—
A void no one else can fill.
I miss you.
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@merci (
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Such a common theme but so cleverly imaged and worded that it deserves a fave for this alone. I can feel this poem and its intensity another reason for the fave. Well done
A beautiful write of the looking back at what was and possibly still wishes was, lovely calming write, enjoyed the read
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