Whispers After Midnight
Broken Bodies, Unbroken Ache
The night still hums where your shadow slept,
Sheets remember what skin forgets.
The air once brushed with salt and breath
Now folds itself in quiet regret.
Your name still burns beneath my tongue,
A secret song never fully sung.
We built our fire in borrowed hours,
And watched its ash fall soft as flowers.
Desire was truth for a fleeting day,
Love, a promise we could not stay.
Now silence wears your ghost like silk,
And I taste goodbye like spilt warm milk.
I dream of you in the dim, slow rain,
Half pleasure, half persistent pain.
For even now, when the body lies still,
The heart remembers what the flesh can’t fill.
Beautifully written Rohith.
You've perfectly described the ache and longing that comes with loving someone who's no longer by your side.
This is incredibly beautiful — it feels like longing woven into silk. The way you write about memory, touch, and the ache that stays after love has slipped through the room… it lingers. There’s such tenderness in your imagery, but also a quiet grief that settles beneath each line. It’s the kind of poem that doesn’t just tell a story — it haunts gently, in the way only real connection can. Thank you for sharing something so raw and exquisitely felt. 🤍