#MLMM, #Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie #Wordle
In response to Di’s weekly Prompt: https://wp.me/p1vVkp-3iT
Words:
ring, softly, fell, never, nostalgia, wrong, pain, barrel, radio, danced, tea, only.
The Song We Kept
The old radio played a song we once danced to, moving softly through the kitchen like memory had learned how to breathe again.
You wore the silver ring, the one I thought meant forever.
But forever is strange—sometimes it stays, sometimes it quietly fell apart while we were too busy surviving to notice.
There is a kind of nostalgia that tastes like cold tea, left untouched too long, holding warmth that is only memory now.
Maybe we were wrong, or maybe love simply changes shape.
The pain came in waves, echoing through me like sound trapped inside a barrel, rolling long after the storm had passed.
And yet—I have never hated what we were.
Some loves do not disappear.
They simply become songs you still pause for when they find you unexpectedly on the radio.
With love
— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫
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