i didn’t mean to write today. it just... happened.
like thinking of you at 2 AM.
like the way your name still fits in the space between my thoughts.

it’s quiet tonight. and soft.
the kind of soft that makes you remember people you miss
even when you’re not sure why you still miss them.

i tried to forget the sound of your laugh.
i couldn’t. so instead, i wrote around it.
lines and lines of silence shaped like you.

maybe that’s what love is, in the end.
not loud, not obvious. just... showing up
in small ways, in empty spaces, when no one’s watching.

this isn’t a poem. it’s a piece of me
trying to remember what it felt like
to be known by you.

still me.