JUST BECAUSE

 JUST BECAUSE

Just because I keep it locked away,
Whispered to no one in the dead of night,
Doesn't mean the ache has faded gray—
I miss you still, with every breath, every fight. I miss the way your accent curls around my name,
Like smoke from a fire we once tended close,
Soft and sharp, a melody untamed,
Echoing in my ear like a lover's ghost.
It lingers in the quiet hours, uninvited guest,
Pulling at the strings of what we used to be;
I fucking miss you, more than I confess,
A storm inside that's wild and endlessly free. It's woven in the fabric of my days,
A pattern etched in every step I take—
No matter the roads I wander, the haze
Of crowded streets or silent lakes awake.
Your shadow dances in the morning light,
In laughter shared with strangers, fleeting and thin;
No escape from this relentless fight,
Where memories rise like tides pulling me in. There's a piece of you in all I touch and see,
In the books I read, the songs that play too loud,
In the dreams that haunt my sleep relentlessly,
Where you're the thunder in a gathering cloud.
Even in the simple rituals of the dawn,
Two cups of coffee steaming on the table's edge—
One for the ghost of you, forever gone,
And one for me, caught in this endless pledge. Yet here I stand, alone in the divide,
Sipping from the bitter brew of what remains,
Wondering if on your side, you feel the tide,
Of longing that crashes through our separate pains.
Just because the words stay trapped within,
Doesn't mean the heart has learned to let you go—
I miss you in the silence, deep and thin,
A quiet fire that only I can know.