"Where Love Still Waits”

You live in every season I’ve survived.

In the chill of November mornings,

Your name still finds a way

To breathe through fog and fallen leaves.

I walk past the café where we once sat,

Hands close enough to touch,

Yet both afraid of what that meant.

You smiled, and the world felt honest.

I’ve lived a thousand days since then

Learned to pour my own coffee,

To dance alone in a quiet kitchen,

To build peace from pieces of what we were.

But still, when night folds into silence,

Your voice drifts back like a familiar song

That refuses to end.

Not haunting, just reminding.

Love doesn’t vanish it changes shape.

It hides in the books we left half-read,

In the scent of old letters,

In the sound of footsteps fading but never gone.

I don’t wait for you anymore.

I wait for the version of myself

Who can remember without hurting.

And when she arrives

Maybe that will be love too.