There is a door I close in increments,
Yeboah Moe@moeyeboah1366
25 days ago
There is a door I close in increments,
a hinge I have oiled not to cry out.
Your voice still remembers the shape of my silence,
and my hand still finds your name in the dark
as if it were a light switch.
But the room has changed.
The furniture of our history
no longer fits against these new walls.
I walk around the edges of you,
trace the glass where your breath used to fog,
and find only my own reflection,
older, thinner, turned away.
What do you do with a love
that no longer has a house?
I carry it like a coat in summer,
sweating through the weight of its wool.
I cannot put it down.
I cannot wear it.
You are no longer the person I need.
I am no longer the one you remember.
We stand in the same field,
but the horizon has split.
I am growing toward a sun
that does not touch your side of the ground.
This is not a leaving.
It is a slow geography of the heart,
where the map redraws itself
and the rivers change their mouths.
I love you still.
I just cannot live there anymore.
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