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When the Rain Remembers You
It’s on the rainy nights that your absence sits beside me,
quiet as breath, heavy as memory.
It’s on the rainy nights that I grieve the ghost of possibilities
the life we almost had,
the future that dissolved before my eyes could adjust to its light.
It’s on the rainy nights my heart calls out to God,
asking Him to quiet the storm inside me
as the storm outside answers with thunder.
It’s on the rainy nights I imagine your face
soft edges, small details,
features I never got to learn
but feel like I’ve always known.
It’s on the rainy nights my soul folds in on itself,
wrapped in a darkness too familiar,
too patient,
too willing to stay.
It’s on the rainy nights my chest grows heavy
with the weight of a loss I can’t bury,
a loss that keeps choosing me
no matter how many times I try to let it go.
It’s on the rainy nights I feel angels brush against my shoulders,
reminding me I’m still held,
even when I feel undone.
It’s on the rainy nights the emptiness becomes a room of its own
a room with no windows,
no light,
no door.
It’s on the rainy nights I lie awake,
wondering who I would’ve been
if life had unfolded differently.
And every time the sky cries,
I remember
grief has the quietest footsteps
but always finds its way back home.
It’s on the rainy nights…
that the rain remembers you
even when I try not to.
If Only You Knew My Heart
If only we could meet
as strangers again
fresh eyes, open hearts,
no history weighing us down.
If only I could tell you
all my hopes,
all my dreams,
without fear of how you would hold them.
If only we could stay awake all night
talking, laughing,
loving without hesitation
no fights,
no walls,
no unspoken wounds between us.
If only I could hand you
my insecurities,
my flaws,
my trembling truths
and trust you to hold them
like something precious.
If only you never saw me cry.
If only your lies
didn’t kill pieces of me.
If only your words
didn’t bruise my spirit
in ways you still don’t understand.
If only I could show you
my passions,
my desires,
the parts of me that burn quietly
and you’d look at me
the way I see you
in my dreams.
If only you could see me
with the softness
I’ve always seen in you.
If only the smoke between us
could clear long enough
for you to truly look
to see the woman standing here,
raw, vulnerable,
still wanting to be chosen.
If only you knew
how much my heart breaks
because of you.
How often I feel
not enough,
not seen,
not held.
If only you knew
the walls I built
to protect myself from your storms.
The nights I cried
from just one look
in your eyes.
If only you knew
how much of myself,
I’ve hidden
to protect what little we had left.
If only we could be strangers again
you, the man who once promised
to give me the world,
and me, the woman
who still believed in promises.
If only you could erase the doubts
that keep me awake at night.
If only you could see the truth
that I still love you.
That I still want you.
That I am still here,
hoping you will one day
finally see me.
If only…
The Angel I Never Held
How do you grieve
someone you never met
but loved with your whole heart?
How do you mourn
a possibility
an idea wrapped in hope,
a dream that fluttered
before it ever breathed?
How do you bury
a future
that never had the chance
to touch the earth?
I still feel you
in the quiet moments,
in the soft ache beneath my ribs,
in the way my heart pauses
when I think of what could’ve been.
You were supposed to be
my answered prayer,
the next note
in the song of our family,
a tiny heartbeat
meant to echo inside me.
I pictured your face,
your hands,
your breath.
I prayed for you
before I ever held proof
you were mine.
But life shifted.
The river ran red.
Joy trembled, fractured,
and grief flooded every room
inside my chest.
You chose heaven
instead of me.
And though I understand
though I know
this world is cruel and unkind
it doesn’t soften the emptiness
your absence left behind.
My beautiful angel,
watch over your brother and sister.
Watch over the father
who prayed for you too.
Watch over me
as I learn to walk again
without the hope
of holding you.
I will always love you
in dreams,
in whispers,
in the soft parts of my soul
no one else will ever reach.
And though I never held you,
you held me.
You taught me
how deep a mother’s love goes
even when her arms
remain empty.
Sleep well,
my little light.
I’ll meet you in the quiet,
in the stillness,
in the places
dreams go
to stay alive.