I miss you more than I can say,
But I respect your choice to stay away.
No calls, no texts—just quiet air,
But still, I send you love from there.

We’re not a "we" like we once were,
But I’d be your friend, if you prefer.
No pressure, just a gentle truth—
I’ll care for you, with or without proof.

I see the universe inside of you,
A galaxy in every view.
Your soul is made of stars and light,
A cosmic fire burning bright.

But even suns can fade and stray,
And drift from love that begs to stay.
So if you go, just know it's true—
The universe still lives in you.

I miss you more than I let show, in quiet nights and song,
But reaching out feels one-sided, like I’m always wrong.
You’ve got my number, know my door—still silence fills the air,
And though I ache, I won’t chase love that won’t meet halfway there.

It’s strange how I can miss you so, yet you don’t seem to flinch,
While every memory pulls me back, you haven’t moved an inch.
I won’t forget, but I’ll stand still—my heart deserves that too,
Because missing me, just like I do, was always up to you.

We slave away from nine to five, then crash without a spark,
Trading dreams for deadlines, lost in tasks that leave no mark.
We save and stash for someday grand, afraid to spend too free,
But life can change in just one breath—we're gone so suddenly.

What use is gold we never touch, or plans we never try?
The moments pass, the years slip by, no second chance to buy.
So chase the sunsets, book the flight, dance while you are near—
Because money can’t hold memories when you’re no longer here.

That was then, this is now. The past is the past,
The pain was a storm, but it didn’t last.
I’ve healed in the sunlight, grown through the rain,
Turned all of my losses to lessons, not pain.

I’m walking in power, with peace in my chest,
No longer chasing what wasn’t my best.
The future feels golden, I’m finally free—
Becoming the version I’m proud now to be.

Life’s a path of twists and turns we rarely understand,
A map without a compass, drawn by some unseen hand.
Yet somehow in the chaos, in the moments we don’t plan,
We stumble into magic we could never quite demand.

A stranger's smile, a missed delay, a road we didn’t see—
All ripple into stories marked by sweet serendipity.
The things we thought were lost for good, the dreams we tucked away,
Come dancing back in different clothes on some unexpected day.

A lesson in a heartbreak, a blessing in disguise,
A storm that clears the way to show new beauty in the skies.
It’s messy and it’s marvelous, it’s laughter mixed with pain,
It’s tears that water flowers we never thought would bloom again.

So here’s to fate with playful hands, to timing’s hidden grace,
To finding what we didn’t seek in some surprising place.
We may not always understand the "why" behind the ride,
But life has ways of showing up exactly when it's right.

With open hearts, we ride the waves, through every mystery—
And trust the rhythm of the wind, sweet serendipity.

Eight little legs, big hearts to match, with ears that stand up proud,
They rule my world with tiny paws and bark that’s always loud.
Two black tri-colored kings at home, with crowns of fluff and charm—
My corgi boys, my soul’s delight, my comfort and alarm.

Romeo, the baby boy, a whirlwind on the floor,
With zoomies in the morning light and sass I can’t ignore.
He spins like storms with lightning feet, obnoxious as can be,
But in his chaos lives a love that’s wild and fierce and free.

Godrick, calm with wiser eyes, the older, patient knight,
He watches all with quiet grace, his mind both sharp and bright.
He’s gentle when the world feels loud, a grounding kind of peace,
A steady soul who holds me close when all I need is ease.

Together they are joy and light, a duo made just right—
The thunderbolt and guiding star, the laughter and the light.
They cuddle close, they steal my socks, they own the couch and bed,
And every day I thank the stars for every kiss and shed.

They’re not just pets, they’re heartbeats with tails that wag with glee,
My Romeo and Godrick—my perfect family.
They've filled my life with endless love, no words could quite express,
My corgis are my everything—my chaos and my rest.