Jan 17
Wishing Keeps Me Here
I wonder if you’re feeling the same,
your thoughts pacing the room,
wondering if this was the right choice.
Do you bargain—
for a moment of relief—
replaying every second of our days?
Shared routines ache,
begging to be filled
just to smother the silence.
My body thinks you’re missing, not gone.
My pulse doesn’t understand logic,
sweats you out like a drug
it isn’t done needing.
My heart still expects you—
morning texts,
calls before appointments,
movie nights,
the small inventory of our days.
I know you’re out there
in a parallel room,
wishing I were right next to you.
And I’d be lying
if I said I didn’t wish the same—
even knowing wishing
is what keeps me here.