Eight Months Later Poem by Kaziah K

Eight months have passed,
but my heart still stumbles
every time I think of you.
The days pretend to move on,
but I'm still standing
in the shadow of your goodbye.

You were the softest kind of forever,
the kind that lived quietly in my chest.
I thought time would fade you,
but it only taught me
how deeply love can stay.

You linger in everything:
in the hush between songs,
in the scent of rain on warm pavement,
in the corners of dreams
I can't quite wake from.

People tell me hearts heal,
that someday I'll be fine.
But they don't know
how your voice still echoes
like a promise half-kept,
how the thought of you
still feels like breathing underwater.

I still love you;
not the memory,
not the idea,
but you.
The way you made the world
feel smaller and safer,
like home was a person
and not a place.

Eight months later,
and I still look for you
in every quiet thing
and it still hurts
like the first day
you weren't mine.