After reading this poem, I am reminded of the following:
We all have our time machines, don’t we? Those that take us back are memories… and those that carry us forward are dreams.
― H.G. Wells
The untouched tickets, the unplayed show, the waiting table by the window… each one suspended in time because finishing them alone would make the absence real in a different way. Some memories don’t simply revisit us, they preserve us in the moment before the loss fully lands.
I know the feeling of the tickets. It was, ironically, the last time I was meant to see her again, but she ended up skipping it for some reason, and I never saw her again. Don't know where she is now either.
After reading this poem, I am reminded of the following:
We all have our time machines, don’t we? Those that take us back are memories… and those that carry us forward are dreams.
― H.G. Wells
The untouched tickets, the unplayed show, the waiting table by the window… each one suspended in time because finishing them alone would make the absence real in a different way. Some memories don’t simply revisit us, they preserve us in the moment before the loss fully lands.
OMG loved this take 🥹❤️ and that lovely quote!
This poem lives in the un‑touched spaces — tickets un‑torn, moments un‑lived, love un‑arrived.
Its power comes from how absence stays un‑spoken yet unbearably loud.
Every image feels un‑finished, every memory un‑stitched, every object un‑moving but heavy.
The language keeps circling what’s un‑done, un‑ended, un‑claimed — grief preserved instead of released.
There’s an un‑healed refusal to let time do its work.
The poem lies in what remains un‑crossed, the door half‑open, half‑haunting.
And in the end, it reminds me: unfinished business is an un‑welcome weight — a quiet hindrance to any new beginning.
Thankyou ❤️🥹
I know the feeling of the tickets. It was, ironically, the last time I was meant to see her again, but she ended up skipping it for some reason, and I never saw her again. Don't know where she is now either.
Oh nooo ☹️☹️☹️ it sucks but it's so bittersweet at the same time
so beautiful 🥹🖤
Oh my thankyou 🥹❤️
This creates such a feeling of longing, of sadness, of missed opportunities. I love it!