It has been two full years —
29th October, three in the afternoon.
The hour the world slowed,
the air between us still warm
from the last real touch,
the last real feeling,
the last real kiss.
Two years —
I thought I had moved on.
Your betrayal made me believe I did.
But still —
I feel your touch on my skin,
your breath on my neck,
your lips on mine.
I’m still there,
where we ran away to hide,
to steal one last kiss
before we say goodbye.
We thought it was the same as every time.
They say you never know
when a moment becomes the last.
I didn’t think ours already had.
You made it so.
Since then,
I’ve become the hollow of my former self,
a fragile echo wandering the hours,
a shadow replaying that same 3 PM —
where love ended,
and I remained.
About the Creator
Zarkoshi
I laugh loudly and write quietly — both keep me alive.
Every poem is a moment I’ve lived and never quite escaped. Laughter heals me, writing remembers me — a small attempt to leave a mark in this chaotic life.
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