By Shada Shamma

Some feelings linger long after a goodbye. “Omitted” is my attempt to give them a place to live outside of me.
I’m sharing it here, in my little thought bubble, with anyone who has ever struggled to let go.

Omitted

Omission.

 That’s the word that comes to mind

after our barren silence.

Sigh.

—I love you

I can’t help but confess it

Sigh.

—I love you

it only feels right to stress it.

 Up there you are, cradled near the Galilean summits.

Up there you are,

still unwitting of the quiet decay within me.

admission is absolution

and absolution I seek

thus—

I surrender

I love you, still.

Every thought needs somewhere to land. This is where mine will.

Welcome to Shada’s Thought Bubble—a space for my poems, stories, and reflections on language, identity, belonging, and whatever else refuses to leave my mind.

I’m Shada, a writer and English educator. Words are part of both my work and how I make sense of the world.

If something here makes you pause, feel, or think, I hope you’ll stay a while.