29/01/2026
i dreamed of you again.
your tiny feet moving through the house,
a sound my heart somehow recognizes
even though my ears never did.
i never held you.
never breathed in that newborn warmth,
never kissed the place where your hair would swirl.
and still, i miss you
like memory.
i wonder why it was me
who had to learn how to let go
when all i ever wanted
was to hold on.
you were wanted.
you were hoped for.
you were already loved
in ways the world doesn’t know how to measure.
so i carry you quietly.
in dreams.
in the ache that comes and goes.
in the part of my heart
that learned how deep love can reach
even without goodbye.
