Daylight pretends
it never happened.
The PAST is buried.
Time moves forward.
(But time is a liar.)
At night, it wakes.
Not as a murmur, but a PULSE.
A heartbeat, not your own.
A presence you cannot shake.
A breath you do NOT take—
but FEEL.
There is no silence.
Only remnants.
Laughter wrapped in STATIC.
Regret, sharp as glass.
Names you swore YOU forgot,
but never did.
(Did they forget you?)
The night ASKS questions
you refuse to answer.
It reminds you that letting GO
is just another way of holding on.
(And you are still holding on.)
By morning, the heart slows.
The memories retreat.
You breathe.
(But it will return.)
Because some hearts
never STOP beating.
About the Creator
Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕄ℙ𝔸ℂ𝕋
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Comments (19)
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Brilliantly-crafted and relatable! Nice work KoKo! 💕
So relatable! Loved it.
‘Daylight pretends it never happened’ is so real. When nighttime comes, it’s the only thing that exists to us. It’s the only thing that ever was. You described the memories as like a pulse, having a life of its own, completely detached from us —but we feel it, It’s spot on, it’s always lingering in the night. The names part, I totally get. I can relate. This bit sounded like my inner thoughts ‘ (Did they forget you?)’ ‘Letting go is another way of holding on’ wow, truth has no business being so loud and bold 👌🏽 This sentence is a keeper. You know us very well, we are still holding on. Memories… the loyal friend who we didn’t sign up to be friends with… 💭Sometimes it feels like memories are the only things we can predict. Or maybe they are just as unpredictable as everything else 🤔 I love and appreciate these deep thoughts, these prompts, these moments of meditation; they will always be valuable. Awesome work Komal 👌🏽👏🏽🤗♥️
Your poem is haunting and evocative, capturing the relentless nature of memories and the struggle to let go.
Oh wow, this was so deep and meaningful! Loved your poem!
Felt this deeply. Good job, babe. Hope I can sleep through the questions tonight.
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What an amazing poem!😳 My heart is racing after reading it! Especially like: “ Daylight pretends it never happened. The PAST is buried. Time moves forward. (But time is a liar.)” Time sure is tricky!
I agree with Cathy, hauntingly beautiful.<3
Hauntingly beautiful work. Well done.
Komal, this was incredible. You encompass the turmoil that our pasts can inspire in us, even outside our own consciousness. Those feelings of regret and fear are something a lot of people can relate to, I know I did! Absolutely stark and bold and very human.
Wow! Love the line “laughter wrapped in static”, how evocative!
Yes, some things just haunt. And letting go is ever so difficult! You've expressed this sentiment brilliantly!
Exactly how one feels in turmoil at night, lying there heart beating cant stop the thoughts from coming. I agree with Rowan regarding the line, it is wonderful.
This piece is absolutely breathtaking—haunting, lyrical, and profoundly raw. The way you personify time as a liar and memories as something alive, pulsing beneath the surface, is masterful. The rhythm feels like a heartbeat itself—urgent, relentless, impossible to ignore. Each line cuts deep, balancing between nostalgia and horror, longing and inevitability. It doesn’t just tell a story; it feels like one, pulling the reader into that restless space where the past refuses to stay buried. Absolutely stunning work.
My favorite lines are, "Not as a murmur, but a PULSE. A heartbeat, not your own." Very surreal but passionate and evocative.
Ooh, you've nailed it in just few lines! Brilliant poem!
Those Last Lines cut sharper than a sword.💔 Such a deep poem. ❤