Question

I don’t talk about you anymore,
but you live in the spaces I can’t fill.

I love in smaller ways now,
careful not to bleed,
careful not to hope—
but you were never careful with me.

Some nights I still reach for what we were,
not because I should,
but because my heart hasn’t learned
how to let you go.

If you ever wondered
where my love went—
it never left.

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