I still find myself walking along the same streets
where we once collided by chance.
The same turn, the same evening light,
the same quiet air that once carried your presence.
Everything remains exactly as it was—
except you.
Sometimes my steps slow down without my permission,
as if they are hoping history might repeat itself.
As if you might appear again, unexpectedly,
just the way you did before.
And if that miracle ever happened,
I know what I would do.
I would rest my head against your chest
and let myself weep without restraint.
Through trembling breath, I would whisper in your ear,
“Why did you come into my life so late?
Why did we find each other
when so much had already slipped through our hands?”
Perhaps you would not answer.
Perhaps you would simply hold me—
and in that silence,
years of loneliness would dissolve into a single moment of peace.
Some people arrive late in our lives,
but once they enter,
they never truly leave the heart.
💔✨