Can’t TRACE you.
Can’t UNTHREAD you.
Can’t NAME it.
Can’t TAME it.
Can’t FORGET.
Can’t REMEMBER right.
Can’t SPEAK it.
Can’t cradle the QUIET.
Can’t run FROM it.
Can’t run TO it.
Can’t SEVER the tether.
Can’t STILL the pulse.
Can’t REWIND the start.
Can’t REWRITE the end.
Can’t UNFEEL the echo.
Can’t PRETEND again.
Can’t LOVE you unfractured.
Can’t LEAVE you unmarked.
Can’t TRUST the calm.
Can’t SURVIVE the dream.
Can’t SHOW my edges.
Can’t SOFTEN my spine.
Can’t let you IN.
Can’t DRAW the line.
Can’t tell if it’s ASHES.
Can’t tell if it’s TRUE.
Can’t be who I was.
Can’t be WITHOUT the ache of you
What are YOU to ME?
A shape-shifted ache.
A tempest in silence.
A truth I kept folding
crease after careful crease until it became
ALMOST nothing.
About the Creator
Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕄ℙ𝔸ℂ𝕋
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