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as if my heart had learned your name

before it learned my own.

I miss you,

like an open door in winter,

knowing exactly what is missing.

Still,

I wait,

like a candle burning at dawn,

refusing to believe the night was forever.

After all this time,

you are still the place my soul runs to

when it does not know where to stay.

There are days when your absence feels like a song stopped halfway through, as if something inside me is still waiting for the next note.

I know I lost you the way a forgotten key does, left in a drawer for years without the door it was made for.

Still, something inside me keeps believing like a path covered by grass that still remembers the footsteps that once crossed it.

I miss you.

I miss you in the simplest moments, when I come across something beautiful and my first instinct is still to want to share it with you.

Sometimes I think love should grow tired but mine is more like an ancient language, no one speaks it anymore and yet it is still alive within me.

So I keep moving forward, with the weight of your absence in one hand and hope in the other.

Not knowing which one holds my heart more tightly.