Thursday, March 26, 2026

Raking the aches...

I yearn for my space....
the one that held my abandoned heart with quiet warmth,
the only place my eyes could turn to for calm, for comfort.

I am bound by words,
yet I long to hear that voice again;
the one that could quiet my fears, if only for a while,
the anchor that somehow helped me rebuild myself.

I hover over your name, your number,
pausing again and again,
holding myself back,
replaying the weight of that final disagreement.

Your voice still echoes,
but my pulse resists it.
There’s a scream within me, left unspoken..
aching to spill,
aching to be heard....

xoxo..miss you immensely :(

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Raking the aches...

I yearn for my space.... the one that held my abandoned heart with quiet warmth, the only place my eyes could turn to for calm, for comfor...