The Healing Heart

I woke to warmth that wasn’t real,

a lingering touch, a whispered laugh,

echoes of a love long gone,

wrapped in the softness of sleep.

For a moment, it felt like home—

arms around me, breath so near,

cozy murmurs in the quiet dark,

memories dressed in dreams.

But morning came, sharp and cold,

revealing the cruelest trick,

a love my heart once knew so well

but now exists in the shadows.

Why now, when I have stitched the broken seams with time?

Why now, when I have learned to walk without looking back?

The past may ripple through my mind

but I will not drown in its tide.

I will turn these waves to color,

let them spill across the page

and watch them fade into the distance.

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