Nobody tells you
that some goodbyes happen without leaving.
Some people stay in your photographs,
in the corner of your favourite songs,
in the way you still turn around
when someone calls a name that sounds like theirs.
And some versions of you
are still waiting in places
you haven’t visited in years.
The child who believed
the moon followed the car
is somewhere inside you,
still looking through the window.
The person who once promised
to never become like their parents
now worries about the same things.
Funny, isn’t it?
We spend our childhood wishing to grow older,
then spend our adulthood
trying to remember how it felt
to have nothing to worry about.
We collect degrees, photographs,
people, possessions, and reasons to stay busy.
But nobody teaches us
what to do with an empty evening
or a heart that misses something
it cannot even name.
We say we’re moving forward,
although sometimes we’re just walking
with yesterday hidden beneath our clothes.
And perhaps that’s what living means.
Not becoming someone without scars,
but learning that even broken things
can hold a little sunlight.
Not forgetting the people we lost,
but finding a way to smile
when their memories visit.
So, if life feels unfinished,
let it.
If your dreams have changed,
let them.
If you need another beginning,
don’t wait for January,
a birthday,
or somebody’s permission.
Begin on an ordinary Tuesday.
Begin with tired eyes,
an uncertain heart,
and whatever little courage remains.
Because somewhere, someone
is living the day you once prayed for.
And somewhere inside you,
a younger version of yourself
is still waiting to see
what you’ll do with this life.
Don’t disappoint them.
One day,
you’ll look back at this very moment
and wish you had known
how beautiful it was
to still have time.
Beautifully Penned by Moshin Ansari
About Heartsaysalot – Poetry Submissions
Let’s Write with Heartsaysalot
Heartsaysalot is a quiet space for voices that feel deeply and write honestly.
Here, poetry is not bound by language; it flows in English Poetry, Hindi Poetry, and Urdu Poetry, carrying emotions that words alone struggle to hold.
If you write verses born from love, loss, healing, faith, or the in-betweens of life, your poetry belongs here. Every poem is read with respect, and every voice is valued for its truth.
Whether you are an emerging poet or someone who writes only to breathe, heartsaysalot welcomes your words.
Submit your original poetry or short pieces here:- submit your work to heartsaysalot
Let your words find a home where hearts listen.
Some write to be heard, some to heal, some simply to survive. If your words carry truth, silence, or longing, let them rest here. At heartsaysalot, every words is read with care, and every heart is welcomed without judgment.
Poems Readers Couldn’t Stop Thinking About
Before you leave, don’t miss these reader favorites. They have a way of finding people exactly when they need them most.
2:17 AM
For the hearts that fight silent battles after midnight. A poem about overthinking, loneliness, and the comfort of knowing morning is on its way.
The Clock That Listens
A haunting reflection on time, forgotten moments, and the memories hidden between each tick of the clock.
The Quiet Work of Stars
For anyone trying to keep their light alive. A beautiful poem about hope, purpose, and the quiet impact we have on one another.
My Poetries Fall Like Rain
For the souls who write what they cannot say aloud. A melancholic journey through grief, sleepless nights, and the healing power of poetry.
Sometimes the next poem is the one that understands you best.
