Would you ever notice?

If I were gone tomorrow, would you notice?

My voice be missed, no echoes no hiss.

Would you live life ahead, not noticing my absence?

My presence a bane, a burden a hindrance.



Each day I feel your presence still,

Not beside me, yet my heart you fill.

Though not by my side, I know your absence,

Yet your memory keeps my heart in balance.



But I wonder if I cross your mind at all,

Between morning light and evening’s fall.

Do you think of me as hours pass,

Or have I faded, a shadowed past?



No call to hear your familiar tone,

No message to say I’m not alone.

The silence grows, my heart sinks deep,

Questions I ask, but answers sleep.



Would you feel it if I slipped away,

If my name went unspoken day by day?

Do you love me still as you once did,

Or is your heart a door now closed and hid?



I search your quiet for hidden pain,

Something unsaid, a private strain.

If something hurts, why won’t you share,

Why must I guess what you no longer bear?



I miss the man you used to be,

Your gentle touch, your care for me.

Your loving voice, so warm, so near,

The way you held me without fear.



I stand here loving, though set apart,

Holding you gently within my heart.

Yet longing aches in the space between,

To be loved again, not just remembered, unseen.

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

Your poem feels like someone loving from a distance, still holding on while the other person drifts into silence. What moved me most is the gentleness in your ache, no blame, just the quiet truth of wanting to matter to someone who once made you feel seen. It reads like a heart trying to stay open even as the space between you widens.