I Still Wait For You
A part of me is still waiting for you to come back.
Not logically... just emotionally.
Like my heart still hasn't accepted that goodbye was permanent.
I still look for you in random moments.
In familiar songs. Empty rooms.
Midnight thoughts.
And every night,
I carry this quiet hope that maybe I'll see you again somehow...
even just in a dream.
Because loving you
never stopped when you left.
It simply became grief.
And grief is one of the cruelest things... because it keeps someone alive inside you long after they're gone.