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I Miss What I Can't Name
There’s something missing,
not loud enough to name,
but heavy
like it never left.
It lingers
in the quiet parts of me,
in the spaces
between breaths.
Like I almost had something,
something warm,
something that knew me,
and then it didn’t.
Now it just aches.
Not sharp,
not enough to break me,
just constant,
like a bruise
no one can see.
I reach for it sometimes
without thinking,
like my body remembers
what my mind won’t.
But there’s nothing there.
Just that hollow pull,
deep in my chest,
stretching wider
every time I notice it.
I think someone
was supposed to stay.
Or maybe
I was supposed to be
someone worth staying for.
Either way,
it left something behind,
this quiet, restless emptiness
that won’t let me forget
there was more than this.
And I hate it,
how I miss something
I can’t even prove
was real.
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I Miss What I Can't Name
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