You take my hand
and try to make it mean something
so it does
It doesn’t mean love
but something closer
something that could be mistaken
something that has been mistaken
for love in the wrong lighting
the wrong memory.
When you first arrived near my hand
you held them out to me
and gave me hope
but you took them away
to search for someone else
you believed you could hold instead.
It still hurts me like the first day you left
still got a hole in my chest
and the wind blows just so,
it sounds like you humming me to sleep
whispering “always keep this memory for me”
It hasn’t gotten easier
but I’m starting to think it might
It feels like moving on
means losing you
in a different way
maybe,
you deserve to be missed.
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