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Byeol Writing May 22
In my dreams, you’re always near,
Your presence calm, your voice so clear.
We don’t speak much, but that’s okay,
Just having you close takes the pain away.
We try to talk, but words don’t come,
Yet I feel your warmth, like the rising sun.
It’s not what we say, but what we share,
In that quiet space, you’re always there.
I wake up wishing you could stay,
But I know dreams can’t lead the way.
Still, in my heart, you’re never gone,
A memory that lingers, quietly drawn.
I miss you more than words can say,
But in my dreams, you’re here to stay.
And though we can’t speak, I know it’s true—
In that silent world, I’m still with you.
Byeol Writing May 22
You weren’t just a person; you were a feeling,
Part of every moment, every breath.
Fights and laughter, just being together—
A treasure I’ll hold onto forever.
You were the spring that brought me joy,
The bloom that made my life bright.
I did know those days would fade,
When the time came, we had to part, leaving memories in my heart.
I’ll hold you longer than I’ve known.
And now time has passed, and things have changed,
But that feeling, it still remains.
For your memory is my heart's true home.
I can let go of them, maybe someday,
But not the feeling—not ever.
Byeol Writing May 22
Through whispered words and silent sighs,
We built a world beneath the skies.
We fought, we hurt, we drifted far,
But still, you shined like a distant star.
No matter the battles, no matter the pain,
Your nearness was where my heart remained.

In moments of silence, we found our space,
In each other’s eyes, a familiar place.
Though words may fail, and time may flee,
Just being near you was enough for me.

Now in my dreams, you softly appear,
A presence that brings both joy and fear.
We reach for words we can’t quite say,
But your warmth stays, in every way.

I carry you with me, not in regret,
But in the love we shared, the things unmet.
No matter the distance, no matter the years,
You’ll always be close, in my heart, my fears.
Poetry for missing the loved ones

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