LOVE and LOST

Filling A Void

I searched for pieces left behind,

small comforts meant to ease my mind

trying to fill the hollow space

where once I knew your love’s embrace.

But some voids echo, deep and wide,

with all the things we kept inside.

And no borrowed warmth, no fleeting joy,

can fill the place of what love destroyed.

-Work Is Loud

I buried heartbreak beneath long days,

beneath busy hands and crowded ways

stacking hours like walls so high,

hoping hard work could quiet why.

I chased exhaustion like a friend,

worked until my thoughts would end.

Filled every silence, every space,

so I would not have to feel your face

living still in memory’s room,

a quiet ache I could not move.

I wore ambition like armor bright,

stayed late beneath fluorescent light.

Smiled through meetings, answered calls,

while grief stood waiting in empty halls.

Because work is loud,

and heartbreak whispers

and sometimes noise

feels easier to live with than the silence

of what’s missing.

-Drowning

I chased the night to lose your name,

threw myself into lights and flame

into crowded rooms and pounding sound,

hoping somewhere I’d be drowned.

I danced like freedom lived in smoke,

laughed too loud at half-meant jokes,

let strangers pull me into the blur

just to forget I still missed him.

I filled my glass, then filled it more,

searched for healing on every floor

in flashing lights and midnight sin,

trying to quiet what hurt within.

But morning always told the truth

through aching head and faded youth

no matter how wild the night may seem,

heartbreak still waits

in the quiet between.

-Never The Same

I looked for you in borrowed skin,

in fleeting touch, in temporary warmth,

in late-night bodies and half-known names

that filled my bed

but never filled the emptiness.

I let strangers hold the pieces

I was too tired to carry alone,

mistaking closeness for comfort,

mistaking attention for healing,

mistaking distraction for peace.

I spent nights surrounded,

leaning into arms that were never yours,

chasing moments loud enough

to forget the quiet ache you left behind.

But every morning came with truth

their voices faded,

their touch disappeared,

and somehow the loneliness

felt even heavier than before.

Because no matter how many hands

reached for me,

none of them held me

the way I wanted you to.