Month: July 2025
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[drive]
I remember driving to your parents’ house like it meant something. Like I was being invited in, not just to your home but to your life. Windows down, the smell of summer climbing into the car like it had permission. You reached for my hand somewhere around First Ave and I remember thinking: God, maybe…
amelia james poetry
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[july 9th]
I didn’t know that message would be the last. Just one more silence in a string of almosts. No explanation. No goodbye. Just the quiet click of you choosing not to answer— and me, still hoping for a reply I knew wouldn’t come. No note. No apology. Just an echo of everything I thought was…
amelia james poetry
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[i ask myself]
I’ve turned over every stone,counted every crack in the walls of memory—still no answer. I’ve read the words until they blurred,marked the places they lied,where I begged for truth and found silence instead. But the question stays.It hums beneath my skin,it drips through the cracks of every sleepless night: Why? Why did they choose ruin…
amelia james poetry