There are days when I wake up,
And I swear I can still hear your voice
Lurking in the corners of my thoughts,
A shadow that dances in the light of what we were.
And I wonder,
How is it possible
That something so real,
So tangible,
Can dissolve into a memory
That feels both sharp and soft,
Like an old wound that refuses to heal?

We were once the fire and the storm,
And I know we burned each other,
But sometimes I wonder
If we were always meant to be ashes,
Fading into the earth
Before we could ever be something more.
You are the silence I can’t fill,
The missing piece of a puzzle I can’t solve—
And even when I tell myself I should move...