But It Was Ours

Written By Britt Wolfe
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There are things
I cannot return to.

Rooms that no longer exist
in any way that would recognize me.
Voices that have softened
into something I can’t quite reach.
Versions of people
who are still alive somewhere
but not here
not like that
not with me.

—

I know this now
in a way that doesn’t argue.

There is no going back.

—

But—

we were there.

—

For a moment
for a stretch of time
for something that felt
like it would never end—

we were there.

—

We stood in those kitchens.
We sat in those rooms.
We laughed in ways
that didn’t feel fragile yet.

We said things
we didn’t know
would become the last time
we ever said them that way.

—

We loved
without realizing
we were already
beginning to lose it.

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And I think
that has to count
for something.

—

That it happened at all.

That there was a version of my life
where those people
those places
those small, ordinary moments—

were real.

—

Not imagined.
Not wished for.

Lived.

—

There is a kind of quiet mercy
in that.

Not enough
to make the loss feel fair.

Not enough
to make the ending
hurt less.

—

But something.

—

Because now
I carry them.

—

In the way I remember
how a room felt
before everything changed.

In the way a certain kind of light
still makes something in me ache
for reasons I can’t explain out loud.

In the way laughter
sometimes catches in my chest
like it recognizes
something I don’t get to have anymore.

—

They are not gone
in the way nothingness suggests.

They are just…
elsewhere.

—

Held in the only place
that didn’t move on without them.

—

And maybe
that is not comfort.

Not really.

—

But it is proof.

That it was real.
That it happened.
That I was there
and they were there
and for a while—

we belonged to the same moment.

—

And even now
with everything changed
with everything gone
in every way that matters—

I still have that.

—

Small.
Intangible.
Unlivable.

—

But mine.

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But It Was Ours
But It Was Ours

There are moments in life we can never return to—places, people, and versions of ourselves that no longer exist in the same way, if at all. But It Was Ours sits in that quiet space between loss and meaning, where what is gone is not undone. This piece reflects on the enduring weight of lived experience—the simple, profound truth that something does not need to last forever to have mattered completely. It is a meditation on memory, belonging, and the quiet, unshakeable proof that for a time, we were there—and that it was real. 💚

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Only There Now
Only There Now

This poem sits in the quiet devastation of memory—the place where nothing is physically present, and yet everything still exists. It explores the haunting reality that there are people, places, and versions of ourselves that continue on in memory, untouched and unchanged, while we are forced to move forward without them. There is no resolution here, no comfort offered—only the slow, aching recognition that some things are not lost in a single moment, but fade until they exist nowhere else but in the mind, waiting for us to remember them. 💚

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Even Forests Are Socialist
Even Forests Are Socialist

This poem challenges the idea that survival is an individual pursuit, drawing from the quiet, undeniable intelligence of forests. Beneath the surface, trees exist in systems of connection, exchange, and interdependence—not out of kindness, but because it is the most effective way to endure. In contrast, we have built a world that rewards separation, accumulation, and dominance, even when those instincts lead to collapse. This piece is not about ideology—it’s about reality. About what it actually takes to survive, and the uncomfortable truth that nature has already figured out what we continue to resist. 💚

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We’ll Handle It
We’ll Handle It

This poem is about the quiet, unwavering promise of partnership—the kind that isn’t built on certainty, but on commitment. It acknowledges that life will bring both beauty and hardship, often without warning, and that not everything can be controlled or prevented. But within that uncertainty, there is something steady: the choice to face it all together. This is about standing side by side through whatever comes, not because it will be easy, but because you’ve decided you will handle it—together, no matter what. 💚

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The Water Of The Womb
The Water Of The Womb

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Work In Progress
Work In Progress

This poem is about what comes after the damage—when nothing is clean or resolved, and healing isn’t a destination but a lifelong commitment. It’s about the unfairness of having to carry what you didn’t choose, and the quiet, relentless work of choosing who you want to be anyway. Even when it’s exhausting. Even when it feels like you’re losing. This is a promise to keep going—not because it’s easy, but because there is too much at stake not to. 💚

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I Used To Be Kind
I Used To Be Kind

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Uninvited
Uninvited

This piece explores a quieter, more disorienting kind of harm—the kind that comes from proximity you never chose. It is about being shaped by someone who was simply there, embedded into your life without invitation, and the long, complicated process of disentangling from something that was never yours to carry. Even after distance is created, the imprint remains—subtle, persistent, and often unfair in its endurance. This poem sits in that tension: the relief of leaving, the reality of what lingers, and the truth that not all connections are chosen, but their aftermath is still ours to reckon with. 💚

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Contained Fire
Contained Fire

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Aftermath
Aftermath

This piece explores the quiet but irreversible moment when a life is divided into before and after—not by choice, but by something done to you that you were never meant to carry. It is about the disorientation of remembering who you were before you knew, and the stark, often unrecognizable person you become after. There is a particular kind of unfairness in being reshaped by harm while the source of it continues on, untouched, elsewhere. And yet, within that fracture, there is also a truth that refuses to be erased: that even in the aftermath of something you did not choose, you are still here, still becoming, still learning how to live with both versions of yourself at once. 🖤

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My Participation In My Own Erasure
My Participation In My Own Erasure

This piece sits in the uncomfortable space between love and loss—not of another person, but of the self that slowly disappeared in the act of trying to be loved. It is about the quiet ways we learn to reshape ourselves to stay close to someone who feels like gravity, and the harder truth that sometimes, what we gave was not taken, but offered—again and again, until there was almost nothing left. There is grief here, and there is permanence in what was lost, but there is also something steadier beneath it: the moment where the giving stops, where the harm no longer continues, and where a life—unchosen for so long—begins to belong to you again. 💚

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Annihilation
Annihilation

This poem lives inside the moment, not after it. It captures the frantic, unravelling logic of needing to be wanted so badly that the self becomes negotiable—adjusted, reduced, reshaped in real time in the hope of finally getting it right. There is no clarity here, no resolution—only the relentless internal bargaining that convinces you the problem is you, and that if you can just fix yourself fast enough, thoroughly enough, you might be allowed to stay. It is not love. It is not reason. It is the quiet, desperate machinery of self-erasure in motion. 🖤

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Relfections
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Disappointment
Disappointment

Sometimes the deepest disappointments don’t come from what was done, but from what was never offered. There are relationships where connection is conditional—where being seen depends on how closely we resemble what the other person already understands or values. This piece reflects on that quiet absence, the confusion it leaves behind, and the enduring ache of not being fully met by someone who had every opportunity to know you. 💚

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Curiosity

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Britt Wolfe

Britt Wolfe writes emotionally devastating fiction with the precision of a heart surgeon and the recklessness of someone who definitely shouldn’t be trusted with sharp objects. Her stories explore love, loss, and the complicated mess of being human. If you enjoy books that punch you in the feelings and then politely offer you a Band-Aid, you’re in the right place.

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