We mapped it out, our grand design,
Each winding road and plotted line.
The future stretched before our feet,
In promises we swore to keep.

We built a world with hope and fire,
Drew walls of dreams and spires of desire.
Each room was filled with "somedays" bright,
Plans painted thick in morning light.

But now, it seems, those walls have cracked,
The paint has peeled, foundations lacked.
What once was strong, a steady frame,
Now stands a ghost without a name.

The hardest part is letting go,
Of dreams that we’ll no longer know—
The shared tomorrows swept away,
Like leaves in wind, like fading day.

So here we part, with heavy hearts,
Two lovers bound, but worlds apart.
For life will shift, and we must too,
To face a path that’s not with you.

I’ll mourn the life we almost made,
The plans we set, the roles we played.
And though our story’s reached its end,
I’ll hold it dear, as once we planned.