Poetry

𝗣𝗢𝗘𝗠 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘

The uncertainty of not having you hurts me,
of knowing you're distant and thinking so many things...
Knowing I can't offer you my roses
and I twist stories and fabricate deceptions.

Why do I want to think you still love me?
Why do I want to dream of your healthy gaze?
And I remember you so much...

Because it makes me sad to discover you absent;
Because I love you so much and I can't say it.

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Carlos Spegazzini, Buenos Aires Province, Argentina

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Sometimes, you melt away inside, piece by piece,
and nothing can soothe you.
But oh…
oh
when a poem comes,
it becomes a balm for the tired heart.
At least, for my tired heart.

“The uncertainty of not having you burns my heart”
How deeply I loved this poem🙏🏽

and how deeply I felt every word of it.
You know,
it’s a quiet pain,
but constant.
It never really ends,
never really passes.
It just wears me down a little more each day.