I sat by the window,
alone with myself,
watching the world unfold outside.

Clouds drifted slowly,
cars passed by,
birds traced the sky,
people walked along the road.

For a moment,
it felt like freedom,
an escape
from a day lit only by screens.

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When your whole world is just one face,
the fear of loss leaves a quiet space.
How will I breathe if you’re not near?
How can I live without you here?

Maybe this fear is soft and kind,
a gentle call to hold and bind.
To love them fully while they stay,
before they fade and slip away.

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just him,
life with him,
these gentle, happy days
that make me ache
For more tomorrows

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Loving you is like writing
Sweet poetry
How can I stop

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Loving you everyday feels like
a good poem,
time can't fade.

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the things or days we chase. It’s about finding joy in the moment and feeling grateful for what we have.

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Day ends and night begins.
As I come close to you,
I realize I’ve arrived,
I’m home.

Home that spills pure love.
Is it you, or the home?
Both are the same to me.

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From the morning, he leaves my side,
Till evening,
brings him back inside.
Each hour is a quiet hope I hold
That the world is kind,
and he comes home whole.
Cradled in my arms,
Safe and calm.

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In between morning light and night,
Giving birth to quiet poems,
Life’s soft melody.

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The silence between us spoke
Though she sat just feet away,
In the same house,
We lived in different worlds,
Like strangers passing by.

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