Roads

I know nowwhy your feet never touched the same roads as mine,why you didn’t carry the weight of my leaving. Your dreams were never bound to these skies,they soared elsewhere,anchored to places I couldn’t follow,while I chased horizons that were…

Remain

I stay here,rooted in the placewhere you left me,not because I can’t move,but because I won’t. There’s a quiet in staying still,a kind of comfortin pretending nothing has changed. Maybe it’s easier this way,to remainwhen everything elsehas already moved on.

Divide

There’s a distance between us,thinner than air,but wide enough to feel. I speak,you smile,but something lingers there,a quiet divide that never lifts. I used to reach through it,hoping you would pull me in.Now I’ve learnedto stand on my sideand let…

Echo

I hear my voicebut only when it comes back,softened,faded,like a thought whisperedtoo many times to hold meaning. It doesn’t matter,the way it bends and foldsbefore it reaches anyone.It’s just an echo,and I’ve learnednot to wait for the return.

Weight

There’s a heaviness I wear,so quiet now, it feels like skin,like I was always meantto carry this. People glance, but never see it.They see my hands full of life’s clutter,and think I’m juggling just fine. But beneath the surface,there’s a…

Drift

I move through the hourslike a leaf caught in slow currents,pulled by the flow of others,never my own. Conversations float past,too far away to reach,but I let them slip,untouched,like they were never mine to hold. In the quiet of my…

Still

I keep my hands busy,building walls with tasks,as if work can fill the spaceswhere love does not reach. Loneliness sits in the background,settling under the weightof words left unsaid,too heavy to lift,too familiar to set down. Still, I carry it,hiding…

Six Years

Today is my grandma’s death anniversary. It’s been six years, and I only know how many years exactly because earlier today, I scrolled through my dad’s Facebook, searching for that all-black profile picture he had put up back then. And…

Saudade

I feel unbearably lonely. Each day feels like it’s slipping away, with these fleeting moments when I reach out and find nothing but empty space. I find myself navigating through a world filled with people, yet there seems to be…

Ursa Minor

To love him is to dwell in perpetual winter,where snowflakes fall as shards of shattered hopes. Cold winds whisper a bitter truth—we are ships passing, never to dock together. In the vast night, our paths remain parallel,constellations witness love’s silent…