In English, we say: “I miss you.”
“I trace the shape of your absence in the spaces where your laughter used to linger,
and let the echoes of you fill the hollow hours.”
In English, we say: “I don’t know how to let go.”
“I carry you in my chest like a stone—
heavy, unyielding, and carved with the sharp edges of what once was.”
In English, we say: “I feel lost.”
“The compass of my heart spins wildly now,
its needle drawn to places it can no longer call home.”
In English, we say: “I wish it were different.”
“I water the garden of could-have-beens with tears, waiting for flowers that refuse to bloom.”
In English, we say: “I hope you’re happy.”
“May the sun that warms your days
be as kind to you as the first kiss of dew on the dawning light upon the leaves of the laurel that we once made love under”
In English, we say: “You hurt me.”
“You planted thorns in my chest with hands I once trusted, and now every breath feels like an apology I shouldn’t owe.”
In English, we say: “I wanted to stay.”
“I lingered at the edge of your world,
a star burning quietly, unnoticed in your vast, indifferent sky.”
In English, we say: “I’m trying to move on.”
“I untangle your name from my veins each morning, only to find it woven into my dreams again at night.”
In English, we say: “I’ll be okay.”
“I gather the shattered pieces of myself like broken glass, knowing someday, even scars can catch the light.”
With poetry I write paths through gardens of grace with words in ways my body dare not go as a whole.
Written by : Larson Langston.
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