You left so softly
I almost believed you were still here.
Your toothbrush by the sink,
Your jacket on the chair.
I still set a place for you at the table,
still hold the air beside me into the shape of your hand.
Now every empty space
is a reminder
of where you used to fit.
Love doesn’t die loud.
It unravels in whispers —
missed calls,
half-written texts,
goodnights that stop meaning “I love you.”
I should hate you,
but instead, I miss you
in ways I can’t explain to anyone
without breaking again.
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Author:
Lyss Nicole (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was reading recently about the five stages of grief, and it made me want to write something small about the reality of accepting heartbreak.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
I suppose you could add five more to that list.
Sometimes in a way people go in body, but as you put in your poem, parts of them stay.
I think It's when people go suddenly, the grief is the hardest.
Yes, I agree. I feel that when you understand they won't come back, the absence of them hurts more.
Thank you for the feedback!
This poem sensitively and gently portrays loss in such a tender way that if feels okay even though sad. It has lovely wording and for this a fave
Thank you for the feedback, I appreciate it!
You are always most welcome
Wonderfully penned! The absence is the worst part 💔
I agree fully. Thank you for the feedback!
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