I still

Sree


I still use the name you gave me—
softly whispered, etched in memory.
I still love it.

I still carry the keychain you gifted—
worn, but holding pieces of us.
I still love it.

I still wear your favorite perfume—
it lingers like a ghost,
reminding me of you.

I still love that road—
the one where we walked
for hours and hours,
our laughter echoing in the wind.

I still blush
when I see your name somewhere—
even if it's just a poster
fluttering in the breeze.

I still crave your touch—
the one that once
made my chaos go silent.

I still walk your lane—
knowing well
you'll never walk there again.

But I do.
Because I still love.
All of it.
All of you..

  • Author: Sree (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 12th, 2025 14:37
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Comments3

  • sorenbarrett

    Memory bonds us. Chained to past love there is a haunting feeling of loss. Lovely

    • Sree

      Thanks

    • Tony36

      BRAVO

      • Sree

        Thanks

        • Tony36

          You're welcome

        • Poetic Licence

          A touching write of all the memories holding onto the love , a strong sense of loss adding to the depth of the write, nicely expressed

          • Sree

            Thanks

            • Poetic Licence

              You are very welcome



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