By folding their name into every sentence
you don't say aloud.
By setting the table for one,
but glancing at the empty chair anyway.
By walking past their favorite song
like it’s a ghost in the hallway.
In dreams,
where they never say goodbye.
By remembering
the sound of their laugh,
but forgetting their voice.
By finding their old sweater
and wearing it in July.
By avoiding the places they loved
until one day,
you can’t anymore.
By scrolling too far
and seeing their name.
By answering a question
as if they're still listening.
By noticing
how the world keeps moving
without asking if you're okay.
By holding onto silence
like it’s the only thing left
that belongs to them.
By telling new people
that you once knew someone
who made you feel
more alive than you deserved.
By writing this,
and still hoping
they might read it.
About the Creator
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