Acceptance

• There are things I miss
  • that I shouldn't,
  • and those I don't
  • that I should.
• Sometimes we want
  • what we couldn't—
  • sometimes we love
  • who we could.

Time

• You were the one
  • I wanted most
  • to stay.
• But time could not
  • be kept at bay.
• The more it goes,
  • the it's gone—
  • the more it takes away.

Soundtracks

• He once told me about his love for lyrics. How the words spoke to him like poetry.
• I would often wonder about his playlist and the ghosts who lived there. The faces he saw and the voices he heard. The soundtrack to a thousand tragic endings, real or imagined.
• The first time I saw him, I noticed how haunted his eyes were. And I was drawn to him, in the way a melody draws a crowd to the dance floor. Pulled by invisible strings.
• Now I wonder if I am one of those ghosts—if I am somewhere, drifting between those notes. I hope I am. I hope whenever my song plays, I am there, whispering in his ear.

History

• In the beginning, I wrote to you and you wrote back. For the first time, I had something worth writing about.
• Then somewhere during our correspondence, I deviated—and instead of writing to you, I began writing for you. There was so much to say, things I couldn't tell you and I sensed it was important to put them down somewhere. For inherently, mankind is compelled to record their greatest moments in history and you were mine.
• I don't write to you anymore. Nor do I write for you. But I do write—and every word still aches for you.

Wishing Stars

• I still search
  • for you in crowds,
  • in empty fields
  • and soaring clouds.
• In city lights
  • and passing cars,
  • on winding roads
  • and wishing stars.
• I wonder where
  • you could be now,
  • for years I've not said
  • your name out loud.
• And longer since
  • I called you mine—
  • time has passed
  • for you and I.
• Yet I have learned
  • to live without,
  • I do not mind—
  • I still love you anyhow.

Forget Me Not

• The choice was once
  • your choosing.
  • before losing
  • became my loss.
  • I was there in
  • your forgetting—
  • until I was forgot.

Almost

• Do you see
  • how I love him true—
  • it could have been you.
• As for you
  • and your love for she—
  • it could have been me.
• But we were a maybe,
  • and never a must—
  • when it should have been us.