“Right person wrong time”
I like to make myself believe that.
I like to come up with excuses or justifications as to why we left.
It wasn’t in a snap of a finger,
or overnight.
No..
it was a painful slow burn.
A fire you didn’t know you started.
It started through small actions.
We talked less,
hung out with other people.
We lost our connection.
Then was the second phase:
The realization.
When I looked back and realized I forgot our intimate jokes,
the road that used to lead to your house,
the roughness of your laugh.
I couldn’t control it.
I mean I wanted to.
I wanted us to go back,
I wanted us to restart.
But I knew it was inevitable.
Then I tried to remember you,
I learned all your favorite songs by heart.
I remembered your birthday,
I printed our favorite pictures together.
But when I came back,
and showed you everything I did for you.
I recognized,
you weren’t that same person.
That person that knew exactly when and how to make me laugh,
my favorite color,
or favorite song.
I took a step back for good.
Because I knew that no matter how much I try to deny it,
or justify it.
You wouldn’t come back.
But I’ll still remember
the person I used to know.
And every time I pass by your street,
I’ll cherish the times I had to drive you back after a long trip.
Every time I look back at our pictures I’ll remember them,
almost as if I had gone back.
I know we haven’t talked,
but just know I love you.
In every way I can.
In every drop of my soul.
I lay myself to you
a stranger I knew.
Maybe your stay wasn’t permanent,
but the mark you left on me was.
Because the people you least expect to
can change your life irrevocably.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 12:43 AM UTC
“Right person wrong time”
I like to make myself believe that.
I like to come up with excuses or justifications as to why we left.
It wasn’t in a snap of a finger,
or overnight.
No..
it was a painful slow burn.
A fire you didn’t know you started.
It started through small actions.
We talked less,
hung out with other people.
We lost our connection.
Then was the second phase:
The realization.
When I looked back and realized I forgot our intimate jokes,
the road that used to lead to your house,
the roughness of your laugh.
I couldn’t control it.
I mean I wanted to.
I wanted us to go back,
I wanted us to restart.
But I knew it was inevitable.
Then I tried to remember you,
I learned all your favorite songs by heart.
I remembered your birthday,
I printed our favorite pictures together.
But when I came back,
and showed you everything I did for you.
I recognized,
you weren’t that same person.
That person that knew exactly when and how to make me laugh,
my favorite color,
or favorite song.
I took a step back for good.
Because I knew that no matter how much I try to deny it,
or justify it.
You wouldn’t come back.
But I’ll still remember
the person I used to know.
And every time I pass by your street,
I’ll cherish the times I had to drive you back after a long trip.
Every time I look back at our pictures I’ll remember them,
almost as if I had gone back.
I know we haven’t talked,
but just know I love you.
In every way I can.
In every drop of my soul.
I lay myself to you
a stranger I knew.
Maybe your stay wasn’t permanent,
but the mark you left on me was.
Because the people you least expect to
can change your life irrevocably.
