love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
You Left, But the Sky Still Looks Like You
You left quietly, like mist sliding off a morning window— no slamming doors, no goodbye loud enough to echo. But the sky— it never got the memo. It still carries your colors at dusk, soft pinks where your laughter once lived, deep purples like the bruises of missing you, and streaks of gold — that tender way you said my name when the world felt too sharp. Rain taps like your fingers used to— restless and full of rhythm. Clouds drift in patterns I swore only your handwriting could draw. And every time the wind moves through trees, I hear your half-finished sentences trying to find a place to land. You see, the world forgot you, but the sky? The sky is stubborn. It wears you like memory, wraps you around each sunrise as if to say: Some goodbyes don’t stick. Some people don’t leave clean. And maybe that’s why I look up too much lately. Because the sky still looks like you— and I’m still trying to let you go without forgetting your light.
By Firdos Jamalabout a year ago in Poets
