I miss you in the quiet hours,
in morning light and passing showers.
Your name still lingers in my chest—
a ghost I made, who won't find rest.
I dream of you with aching grace,
then wake and can't forget your face.
But every tender thought is chained
to all the ways I caused you pain.
I held a heart I didn’t earn,
then lit a match and watched it burn.
Now love feels like a cruel refrain—
a song of guilt I can’t explain.
If I could take it back, I would,
rewrite the parts I misunderstood.
But echoes only answer me—
and none of them can set you free.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
I miss you in the quiet hours,
in morning light and passing showers.
Your name still lingers in my chest—
a ghost I made, who won't find rest.
I dream of you with aching grace,
then wake and can't forget your face.
But every tender thought is chained
to all the ways I caused you pain.
I held a heart I didn’t earn,
then lit a match and watched it burn.
Now love feels like a cruel refrain—
a song of guilt I can’t explain.
If I could take it back, I would,
rewrite the parts I misunderstood.
But echoes only answer me—
and none of them can set you free.
I wonder how you are doing? I miss those endless talks and laughter we had.
