an unnamed warmth

counted the days

thinking it’d be seven and no more,

but the silence stayed,

long past the knock i waited for.

night after night

i blandly stared at the ceiling,

knowing it wasn’t you alone i missed,

because i yearned to cry in your arms,

but, i can never name that feeling,

because, i never did.

and so, i became a shell

a faint trace, nothing but a ghost

of who i used to be when love was true.

crushed beneath the pull

of wanting to be near you,

craving for the love

i once denied,

desiring to do whatever it takes,

only now, you found the light,

while i lost my key.

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