the space you left behind
there is a space you left behind,
and it still calls your name,
like an empty room echoing with your laughter
i tried to fill it,
but nothing fits
in the space you left behind
looking at someone new,
curly hair spilling like waves,
tracing the pattern of each curl,
while my eyes keep searching
for the straight lines of your hair,
for the way you were my summer
after my longest winter.
i tell my friends, “i hate him,”
but really, i don’t.
the only thing i hate
is the space you left.
i could never hate you—
because there was nothing
about you to hate.
and maybe even because
i know i would let you back
into that space
in
a
heartbeat.
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