Confession: I Keep Writing You Into Everything

Every sentence, every song, somehow still belongs to you—
no matter how hard I try to move on.

I keep writing you into everything.
Every poem,
every story,
every sentence.

I can't help it.
You're in every word,
every thought,
every memory.

I write about love,
and it's you.
I write about loss,
and it's you.
I write about anything,
and somehow,
it's still you.

You're in every song I hear,
every book I read,
every story I tell.

You're in the spaces between words,
in the silence between sentences,
in the pause between breaths.

I keep writing you into everything,
because I can't write you out.
I can't erase you.
I can't forget you.

So you live in my words,
in my stories,
in my art.

You're the ghost in every poem,
the shadow in every story,
the echo in every sentence.

I try to write about other things,
about other people,
about other loves.

But you're always there,
in the background,
in the subtext,
in the space between the lines.

I keep writing you into everything,
because writing is how I remember,
and I can't stop remembering you.

I keep writing you into everything,
because writing is how I process,
and I can't process losing you.

I keep writing you into everything,
because writing is how I hold onto you,
and I can't let go.

So here's my confession:
I keep writing you into everything,
because I can't write you out,
because I don't want to write you out,
because writing you out would mean losing you completely.

I keep writing you into everything,
because you're in everything,
and I can't escape you,
even if I wanted to.

I keep writing you into everything,
because that's how I keep you alive,
in my words,
in my stories,
in my art.

I keep writing you into everything,
because that's how I remember you,
how I honor you,
how I love you.

I keep writing you into everything,
because you're in everything,
and I can't help it,
and I don't want to help it.

I keep writing you into everything,
because you're my muse,
my ghost,
my everything.

I keep writing you into everything,
because that's where you belong,
in my words,
in my stories,
in my art,
forever.