🌙 "We Still Meet In The Middle Of Our Hurt" Poem by Pushp Sirohi

We don't talk now…
but every night,
your name still walks barefoot
through my memories.

I tell everyone I'm fine,
but my heart still pauses
at the thought of you —
like it's afraid to beat without permission.

The world says we're over,
but how do I explain
that I still check the moon
to see if it's shining on you too?

You're not mine anymore…
yet when the wind touches my face,
it carries a softness
that feels exactly like your goodbye.

I keep pretending I've moved on,
but the truth is —
some loves don't leave,
they just learn how to cry quietly.

And you…
you're the silence between my breaths,
the ache I carry gently,
the wound I protect like a memory
that refuses to fade.

Maybe we're far,
maybe we'll never return,
but somewhere inside me
your laugh is still living,
your shadow still waiting,
your absence still loving me
more loudly than anyone's presence ever could.

We loved.
We broke.
We lost.
But even now…
in the ruins of us,
my heart still reaches for you
like it remembers a home
it can never walk into again.

If tears fall,
let them —
some loves are not meant to be forgotten,
only carried.