24/07/2025
We stopped talking since you’re gone,
but I still write you in every word I never send.
There’s so much I wish I could say —
not because I expect a reply,
but because silence feels heavier without you.
I catch myself drafting moments meant for you:
a thought, a laugh, something beautiful I saw.
I hold them close, then let them go into the air,
hoping maybe somehow… you’ll catch them.
You’re not here, but you’re everywhere.
In my pauses. In the pages. In the quiet between.
This letter won’t find its way to you,
but I’ll write it anyway —
the way I always do.
With all the love I never stopped carrying,
From afar
