The Shape of What’s Missing
Some loves fade like light through a closing door.
By Anthony ScottPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
I measure my days
by how long I can go
without thinking your name.
Some days,
it feels like healing.
Other days,
like forgetting the lyrics
to my favorite song.
You once said love
wasn’t supposed to hurt—
but maybe it always does,
when it’s real enough
to stay long after it’s gone.
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This is very heart touching.