"I told him I missed him, and he asked me what it was exactly that I missed. My heart didn't go to the big milestones or the loud memories; it went to the quiet ones. The way a room feels different when he’s in it. The safety of a warm embrace. This poem, The Weight of a Whisper, is my answer to that question."
The Weight of a Whisper
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| The simple grace of being near, where every doubt would disappear. |
You asked me, in the quiet space, What shadow of you I still embrace. What part of "you" my spirit seeks When silence is the only thing that speaks.I didn't speak of grander things, Or golden gifts that memory brings. I spoke of how the world would cease Within the circle of your peace.I miss the "us" that time erased, The steady rhythm, the warm embrace. The simple grace of being near, Where every doubt would disappear.It isn't just a name I call, Or pictures hanging on the wall; It’s the hollow space where you would stand— The missing pressure of your hand.
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