I FEEL IT, ALWAYS
I feel it, I always do
the silence before you hang up
the last day before I see you again
the emptiness of the word night
after you wish me goodnight.
I feel it, I always do
the warmth that stays after your hug
your heartbeat when we hold hands
the ache of missing you
before you're even gone.
I feel it in the little things
the empty bed, the untouched laundry
the way my fingers curl around nothing
searching for the shape of you.
I feel it in the space beside me
where your laughter should have been
in gossips that used to be ours
now just stories I giggle to alone.
I feel it in my late night chats
too quiet without your messages
in the messages I start to type
then delete, because what’s the point?
I feel it, even when I shouldn’t
even when I tell myself not to
even when the world keeps moving
but I am stuck in the space you leave behind.
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