"Hiraeth"

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Do you think I've forgotten?  
I still think about you, more often than I'd like to admit.  
Your presence clings to my thoughts,  
even when I try to push you away,  
you always find a way to come back.  

I see you everywhere I go—  
in places we once shared,  
in strangers passing by with familiar gestures,  
as if they carry pieces of you with them.  
Your voice, soft and distant,  
echoes in the crowd like a fading memory,  
yet loud enough to stir something inside me.  

Visions of your face never truly leave;  
they linger in the quiet corners of my mind,  
where the past lives on in shadows.  
I see you there, like you once were,  
when you loved me so deeply,  
back when everything felt so certain,  
so real, so close to perfect.  

But now, as I sit here writing this,  
I can’t feel the same anymore.  
The way I once felt every sting  
of your words, your silence, your absence—  
now, it all just feels distant,  
numb, like something that belongs to a different time.  

Everything has changed.  
Nothing is as it was,  
and I can’t help but wonder,  
even though I try not to—  
how can I ever move on from this?
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