I’m Sorry You Couldn’t Be Here

I'm Sorry You Couldn't Be Here poem by Britt Wolfe author

Poetry and Prose by Britt Wolfe

I wanted you to see it—
all of it.
The small, shimmering ordinary
that makes up a life.
The mornings that smell like coffee and forgiveness,
the heartbreaks that taught me gentleness,
the laughter that built me back up again.

You should have been here
for the messy middle,
for the miracles disguised as monotony,
for the thousand tiny chances
to be someone who stayed.

I wanted you to be here
when it rained too long
and I forgot what sunlight felt like.
I wanted you to be here
when it finally broke through.
But you were always somewhere else—
inside your storms,
inside your own undoing,
building fires in places meant for shelter.

It took me years to understand
you weren’t taken from me—
you left.
You left in the slow, invisible ways
that only broken people know how to leave.
You left in the middle of conversations,
in apologies that never made it past your teeth,
in the silence that grew
like ivy over everything we once were.

I still catch myself wanting to tell you things—
how the light hits the windows now,
how I’ve started sleeping again,
how I’m learning to stay
even when it hurts.

But I know you couldn’t be here.
Not because you didn’t want to,
but because you never learned how.
The weight of your own chaos
was too heavy to carry and still reach for mine.

So I keep living,
and I mourn you quietly—
not as someone who died,
but as someone who couldn’t live enough to stay.

And in the softest hours,
when the world goes still,
I whisper into the dark:
I wish you could have been here.
You would have loved
the life we were meant to have.

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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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