The Mirror Between Us I see her reflection in the glass of your eyes, and I cannot help but measure myself against her shadow.
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
The Hardest Truth The hardest truth is not that you love her, but that you chose to let me see it instead of telling me.
Rehearsed Distance You do not look at me— not once. Your avoidance feels rehearsed, like a script you’ve practiced to perfection.
I Deserved a Goodbye More than your hand, more than your kiss, more than your lingering glances— I deserved a goodbye. The simplest word,
My Final Word You wanted to avoid words. You wanted to escape the weight of them. So I will speak them for you: You were a coward.
The Child Who Waited I kept waiting anyway. I waited by doors, by windows, by phones that didn’t ring. I waited for apologies
The Child Inside Me Even now, I hear the small girl inside me, the one who once opened her hands to him without hesitation.
He said he wanted to try. I believed him. I opened my hands again, my heart like an unlocked door, letting him walk back in.
A Father, Not a Dad He remains a father. Always a father. But never a dad. A man with my blood in him, but not my life,
To the Father I Never Had You were always a father, never a dad. A title without tenderness, a presence without presence.
A Father’s Shadow I do not blame your father. Loss shapes us in ways we do not choose. But I cannot help thinking: if grief was meant to make you gentler,
The After When we pulled away, the air was different— heavier, yet lighter, as though the universe had exhaled with us.
