⁠A letter I’ll never have the... Dhayane Lacerda

⁠A letter I’ll never have the courage to send
You left like you never promised to stay.
And maybe you didn’t.
Maybe it was just me, hoping too hard.
But that doesn’t change what you left behind.
It doesn’t change the pain.
It doesn’t fill the hole you created.
Some mornings, I wake up and reach for you.
In the pillow. In the silence.
In everything.
I miss you.
Not in a poetic way.
In a way that suffocates. That weighs. That breaks.
I even miss the parts that hurt.
Because at least it hurt with you here.
I still love you.
Even after everything. Even knowing you’ve probably already forgotten me.
And that’s the saddest part.
I’m still here.
And you… I don’t even know where you are anymore.
Maybe I’ll never say this out loud.
But if one day you feel a sudden emptiness,
a sadness you can’t explain…
that’s me.
Loving you in silence.
— Me