I know it’s hard
but don’t mourn me like I’m gone.
I still love you
only you, and all along.
Your hands are etched upon my face,
I ache for warmth, not time or place.
This heart, unhomed, drifts without grace,
For nowhere else can fill your space.
I tasted heaven in your breath,
Now I sip silence, sweet as death.
Even gods paused, touched by envy
To see me love a living deity.
Don’t wound me with those mournful eyes,
Even death offered no disguise.
Is this what loss is meant to be?
A quiet kind of reverie?
Yet I’ll return for that one smile
That sunrise grin, worth every mile.
You in tangled sheets at dawn,
Your lips a song, your sorrow drawn.
That creased brow, a midnight storm,
Your hair undone in its softest form.
You flip through pages, worn and old,
Each word a ghost, each line I hold.
The kitchen waits—your hunger hums,
That curry rhythm still softly drums.
Faint Fendy trails across the air,
I breathe you in—you linger there.
A glass half-full with crimson hue,
Still sips the world the way I knew.
My letters—love notes dressed in ache,
But your soul has more than it can take.
Don’t search for me in distant skies,
I’m here—in things that never lie.
The broken vase, the bent old spoon,
The room where sorrow hums a tune.
I’m the static in your lullaby,
The hush before your deepest cry.
The faded book with yellowed ends,
The silence shared between old friends.
The song that plays, you hum along
My voice concealed within the song.
And though you weep into the rain,
I’m the rhythm beneath your pain.
So, tell me love, can death divide
The hearts that once beat side by side?
I’ll be there when shadows creep,
When wine is poured and dreams run deep.
When silence feels too sharp to bear,
You'll find me waiting, always there.
In laughter lost, or kitchen clatter
In all the things that used to matter.
When fear returns, or sorrow nears
I’ll be the whisper in your tears.
No grave could ever hold me tight
I’m stardust in your window light.
I’m every “almost,” every year
I never left.
I’m always near.
