A part of me will always be broken,
a fragment of you still haunting
the hollows of my heart,
the dim corridors of my mind.

I don’t want you to go.
I don’t want your memory
to dissolve into the abyss of my soul.

I want to remember
your laugh,
the dimples that bloom
like small miracles when you smile.

The freckle behind your right ear,
the single mole
resting at the back of your neck.

The face you make
when simple things feel like battles,
the quiet stubbornness in your eyes.

I want to remember
the smell of your hair
The twitch of your leg before sleep,
the small dimples in your back
that I traced like constellations.

I want every piece of you
stitched into my being,
every fragment embroidered in my head.

So I will stay heartbroken
not because I love pain,
but because to let go
is to lose you twice.

And if staying broken
means a part of you
still lives inside the cracks,

then let me break forever.