There was no photograph
of your hand in mine.
No key,
no shirt left behind,
no anniversary to forget.
No shared address.
Nothing I could place
on a table, call evidence.
Only a voice
I knew by silence.
A look
that changed meaning
depending on who else
was in the room.
Small permissions
we never named.
Things you remembered
after I had forgotten
telling you.
Years later,
I could make the case
against myself easily:
we never dated.
we never kissed.
nothing happened.
Still,
for reasons
I could not make admissible,
losing you
felt exactly
like loss.
Absence, Almost Love, Ambiguous Relationships, Contemporary Poetry, Emotional Intimacy, Grief, Longing, Memory, Poetry, Romantic Poetry, Unfulfilled Love, What Could Have Been
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.
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