If Someone Had Stayed
Everyone slept after spilling their pain
into arms that held them without asking,
while I sat wide awake,
longing for someone who never came
to ask me how I was holding myself together.
If only someone had been mine,
maybe sleep would’ve held me too.
But every time I get close—
they remind me gently, cruelly,
that solitude stings less
than love that leaves mid-sentence.
I never pushed anyone away,
never closed the door.
It’s just that hearts grow full,
and when they do,
they walk out—
without looking back,
without checking
if I had more to say.
And still, I stay.
Still hoping the next one might stay too.
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