If I Were a Goldfish

 If I Were a Goldfish

If I were a goldfish, dull and slow,

I’d forget the things I ache to know.

Your voice, your laugh, the way you’d leave—

Wouldn’t haunt the way I grieve.

I'd swim in circles, small and tight,

Unaware of what I lost each night.

No heavy chest, no dreams turned grey—

You’d slip like light, just fade away.

But I’m cursed to hold each glance,

Each almost-love, each missed-out chance.

I carry you like salt in skin—

Wishing I’d forget where you had been.

If I were simple, soft, and small,

I wouldn’t feel this hurt at all.

But I remember, and it burns—

In every breath, your ghost returns.

- Rachel Dcruz