October
written by: Jackie Figueroa
We stood there a while,
Seen but not heard.
Pretending the air didn’t ache.
The silence begged for a break,
I almost asked it:
Did you ever think I’d be good for you, too?
Once again, my fear dressed itself as cold.
We lingered for a mere moment more,
Waiting on words never spoken before.
Words never to be returned.
So, there it went:
The final catch in my breath.
The middle of October
Saw a lorn confession—
All too late.
Jackie Figueroa is a writer of emotional cartography, tracing the lines between heartbreak and healing with honesty and care. Her work blends memory, melancholy, and meaning into verses that linger quietly. She writes not to be heard, but to be understood — by anyone who has ever loved too much, hurt too deeply, or stood frozen at the edge of what almost was.
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