Sometimes,
the warmth fades from your soul,
not because your fire died,
but because it burned solely to comfort others,
leaving you shivering in its shadow.
Today,
I saw her again,
just for two words,
but I had so much bottled up inside,
I wish I could say the same for her.

The conversation felt silent,
lost in the space between us.
Behind a familiar face,
there was something new.
Her smile, still warm,
but I knew it wasn’t for me,
nor because of me.

Is she the person I once knew?
Wonders my heart, gazing at her face,
changed by time,
a time that has shaped her into someone I fail to recognize.
While it left me stuck, unchanged,
trapped in a loop of memories.

Two words were all we shared,
and now my heart wonders, why?

Perhaps this is the fate
I must live with the memory
of seeing a face I once knew,
now a stranger to me.It doesn’t take much
to show you care,
a quick text,
a silly sticker,
little things that quietly say, “I’m here.”

I’d forgotten what warmth felt like,
until she stepped into my world,
with words that reached past the screen,
and kindness I never realized I needed.

She turned my silence into laughter,
and my doubts into quiet strength.

She didn’t do much,
yet she did it all.
Smiled through the cracks I hid,
breathed life...