Do I Miss You Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

I almost wrote, 'I miss you still, '
But held it back against my will.
What good are truths you'll never see,
In letters lost to memory?

I draft you lines I'll never send—
Each word a wound I won't defend.
You moved with grace I couldn't fake,
And left me clinging to the ache.

I hope your nights are soft and kind,
While storms still gather in my mind.
I hope your dreams are light and free—
Mine circle back to you and me.

I wish I'd said the things I feel,
But silence taught me how to kneel.
To beg the past, to plead the sky,
For just one look, one last goodbye.

You moved on fast—I play the part.
But grief still nests beneath my heart.
I laugh too loud, I speak too bright,
Then cry your name alone at night.

The world won't pause, it turns and spins.
And love, it seems, is who still wins.
But here I sit, too proud to bend—
Still missing you.

Still.

The end.