Standing beside the grave of who I used to be,
I recall every moment—
the mistakes that turned into beautiful memories I can't relive,
the pain drawn from life around me.
All I can say is,
it was beautiful while it lasted.
But I can't return to you anymore,
because if I did, I fear there'd be no coming back.

I miss how you found joy in the smallest things—
a dandelion's dance in the breeze,
the...