I told myself
it meant nothing
the way you left things
hanging
but my body
kept reacting
like it meant
everything.
There is a kind of grief
that doesn’t arrive
all at once
it drips in
every time
you don’t return.
Absence, Ambiguous Loss, Contemporary Poetry, Emotional Distance, Emotional Poetry, Grief, Heartbreak Poetry, Longing, Poetry, Relationships
Meet the Author
Malana Kline
Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, Malana Kline is a writer and artist with a love for creative expression in all its forms. She writes poetry and fiction, exploring everything from the intimate and melancholic to the strange and imaginative. Beyond writing, she creates digital art and enjoys photography and crafting. Her work is driven by curiosity, creativity, and a fondness for finding beauty in the details.
Come curious. Stay weird. 🌿
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