The Feeling I Miss
There was a warmth that didn’t depend on outcomes.
Days moved slowly and still felt full.
I trusted the future without trying to control it.
Joy existed in ordinary seconds.
Now I search for traces in familiar places.
I notice how absence has its own weight.
Memories surface without warning and linger.
Time feels sharper when something essential is gone.
Still, I believe that feeling remembers me too.
It waits somewhere beyond my impatience.
Not lost, only distant.
One day, it will return quietly.
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