S.R SORROWS Poet Free verse

Sometimes you learn to restart

Your perfume still lives in the sleeves of my old hoodie,
midnight trains still scream your name through tunnels—moody.
I used to trace galaxies slowly across your trembling shoulders…
now constellations fracture when the night grows colder.

You carried fire beautifully—dangerous as July lightning,
every glance cinematic… every silence still frightening.
I was addicted instantly, no warning in desire—
your voice turned cold blood into cathedral fire.

We kissed like rebels running through streets that never slept,
fingers locked like secrets neither of us ever kept.
Your heartbeat louder than the chaos of the night,
and I folded into you like I’d finally found light.

I watched moonlight settle soft across your skin,
thought forever had finally begun to begin…
but love changes temperature without a sound or sign.
One day you were warmth—next day no longer mine.


Your affection faded like a song losing its tone,
static in the places where your voice once called me home.
I still remember laughter bouncing off late-night roofs,
champagne in our mouths like forbidden truths.

You wore heartbreak early, like you knew it would come,
while I kept planting roses in soil already undone.
Every touch you gave me ran electricity through veins…
now loneliness walks beside me like familiar pains.


Your absence sits heavy like smoke in hollow churches,
a beautiful disaster where memory still searches.
I tried replacing you with faces, noise, and strangers’ eyes…
but none could speak my name in your dangerous disguise.


Nobody kissed my fears and vanished into air,
leaving empty bed sheets tangled like silent prayer.
Rain on glass still sounds like the echo of your tone…
even heaven weeps crooked when you leave someone alone.

I gave you every fragile piece I tried to hide—
you turned my guarded silence into oceans inside.

I can’t hate you…  that’s the deepest kind of pain,
because your love once healed what I couldn’t explain.

You made broken things look holy when you looked at me,
and goodbye carved valleys where we used to be free.
Still I’d survive that storm again—every scar, every flame—
just to feel your heartbeat whisper out my name.


Years passed quietly. No warning. No sound.
Gray skies turned softer when you weren’t around.
I saw you again beneath dim, fading light—
older eyes… calmer storms… no war left to fight.

We spoke like survivors walking over shattered ground,
careful with every memory, every broken sound.
Somewhere between apology and laughter’s return,
we found all the bridges we once let burn.

You said solitude taught you forgiveness in time.
I said pride once poisoned every beautiful rhyme.
Then silence didn’t hurt us—it softened instead,
like all of the words we once wished we’d said.

Now mornings feel different—no chaos, no war,
just two hearts that survived what we couldn’t ignore.
Your coffee beside mine, sunlight on the floor…
no screaming… no running… no breaking anymore.

Your fingers still fit in the shape of my hand,
but now it feels steady—not burning, not planned.
Love isn’t the fire we once used to chase—
it’s staying when silence takes passion’s place.

Sometimes I still see who we were in the dark…
but it doesn’t destroy me—it leaves only spark.
Because broken hearts don’t always stay torn apart…

sometimes they learn how to restart.

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