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I remember you in every sunset,

when skies are dressed in gold regret.

The fading light, the gentle glow,

reminds me of the times I know.

Each day must end, the colors fade,

but memories of you remain, unswayed.

No matter where the night is set,

We laugh like nothing’s left unsaid, share our thoughts, our daily thread. You look at me—my heart might race, But I stay still, I keep my place.

The way you talk, the way you smile, I’d walk beside you every mile. But there’s a truth we both still know: Some seeds aren’t meant to bloom or grow.

It’s not regret, it’s not a loss— It’s just the line we don’t dare cross. A silent pact, a quiet space, Where longing doesn’t leave a trace.

Not every bond can turn to flame, Not every closeness earns that name. So here we stand, with hearts well-tossed— Still holding to the line we don’t cross.

We’re not less real, though not much more, Not broken, just what came before Something bigger we can’t afford— A might-have-been we won’t explore.

A Farewell to What Could’ve Been

I’ll say goodbye, though it aches to do,

To almost love, to almost you.

We came so close, our fingers brushed,

But fate, it seems, was in no rush.

You weren’t quite mine, not fully there,

A fleeting dream, a whispered prayer.

I held my breath, I hoped, I tried—

But now it’s time to say goodbye.

Not every spark becomes a flame,

Not every heart can take the same.

And though we shared a tender rhyme,

It’s not our song, not in this time.

So go, be free, and live your way,

I’ll miss you more than words can say.

In some far life, when stars align,

You might be yours, and I be mine.

But for this life, I’ll let you fly—

Strong and steady, firm yet kind,

A guiding force, a hand aligned.

Through trials faced and lessons learned,

His touch was where my heart returned.

Calloused palms from years of toil,

Yet soft in love, no pride to spoil.

A silent strength, a steady guide,

Maybe One Day

Not now, but maybe one day,

when the stars align just right,

when timing isn’t cruel to us,

and love no longer hides.

Not now, but maybe someday,

when roads don’t pull apart,

when dreams no longer clash with fate,

and fear won’t guard our hearts.

Not now, but maybe one day,

when all the pain has passed,

we’ll find our way back to a love

It’s hard to stand so close to you,

pretending that I’m fine,

when once I dreamed of holding you,

of making you mine.

I smile, I laugh, I play my part,

but deep inside, it’s true—

it’s hard to just be friends with one

Twelve years ago, you disappeared,

Without a word, without a tear.

Like shadows fading in the night,

You vanished out of my sight.

But today, a message lights the screen,

A name I thought I'd never again seen.

“You’ve been on my mind,” you softly say,

And suddenly, I wonder—why today?

I’m happy, yes, to hear from you,

A blast from the past, so strange, so new.

But what for? What now, after all this time?

Is this just a moment or something more sublime?

Where were you when I needed you near?

When silence echoed and I shed a tear?

Now you return, but the years have flown,

And I’m not the same person you once had known.

You say you missed me, but I must ask,

What’s behind this sudden task?

The past is a story, and it’s been told—

I’ve moved on, found new paths to hold.

So while a part of me feels joy inside,

I can't ignore the questions that collide.

Twelve years gone, a lifetime changed—

I’m happy you're back, but what for, what’s rearranged?