[POEM] You are everywhere

You are everywhere —

in the songs I skip too fast,

in the street I cross without looking,

in the way my hands reach for a phone

that no longer lights up with you.

I miss you

in soft, dangerous ways —

like touching a bruise

just to remember it’s there.

But missing you is not gentle.

It comes with sharp edges:

the words you said

that never held.

Some nights

I rewrite our ending,

make you kinder,

make myself enough,

but morning always tells the truth:

you chose a life

that did not have my name in it.

Still —

if you walked back

with that familiar apology in your eyes,

my heart would betray me first,

run to you

over the ruins you left.

That is my disappointment:

not that you left —

but that a part of me

is waiting

as if what I feel towards has no memory.