Today, love hums beneath my skin,
a whisper of what might have been.
Your name still trembles on my breath—
a quiet hymn defying death.
I walk through places we once knew,
each corner still remembering you.
The air still holds your laughter's sound,
though time has tried to smooth it down.
Yet even loss can plant a seed,
in tender soil of what we need.
The ache becomes a softer glow,
a love that learned to let you go.
So if you wander where I stay,
in some far light, in some small way—
know that my heart, though torn and frayed,
still thanks you for the love we made.
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