Hard to Forget Your Curls
“Hard to Forget Your Curls”
It’s hard to forget your curls,
how they carried sunlight like secrets,
how each strand had its own rhythm,
dancing free, yet always finding its way to me.
You were a storm and a calm,
the echo I still listen for when the night grows quiet.
We didn’t fall apart because love faded,
it was distance, old wounds,
and silence that spoke too loud.
Still, when I close my eyes,
I feel your warmth move through me,
like a song that never ends,
a prayer I keep whispering to the stars.
I’ve tried to let go,
but love isn’t something you turn off,
it lingers… it transforms… it teaches.
And maybe this is what love really is,
the space between holding on and letting go,
where forgiveness blooms in the dark.
Your curls, your voice, your light,
they visit me in dreams,
reminding me that some souls
aren’t meant to be forgotten,
only remembered with peace.
If the universe ever brings us back
to the same still moment,
I’ll meet you there,
with gentler hands,
and a heart that finally understands.
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Lev S | Year Posted 2025
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