I still think of you
in the quiet hours,
when the world forgets to breathe.
I tell myself I’ve moved on,
but some part of me
still waits
for a version of us
that never got to be.
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Author:
Lyss Nicole (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 3rd, 2025 20:27
- Comment from author about the poem: I was thinking about what to write about last night and decided to write about the ache of a love that never fully came to be.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
There is a longing and wistfulness to this work and a sense of gentle sadness. Nicely worded
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