Sometimes I remember you,  
On nights when the stars feel closer,  
When silence presses heavy on my chest,  
And I ache for the way you once fit there.  

I see us in flashes—  
A late-night drive with the world asleep,  
Your laughter dancing in the air,  
Breaking the quiet like a song I’ll never hear again.  
We made the moon jealous,  
Didn’t we?  

I remember the afternoons too,  
Worn-out paths beneath our feet,  
Your hand brushing mine like it was meant to.  
We talked of dreams, of nothing, of everything,  
And nothing else mattered.  
Not the ticking of clocks,  
Not the weight of the world.  
Just you. Just us.  

You were perfect to me—  
More than perfect,  
You were home.  
The one who made the chaos pause,  
The one who saw the worst of me,  
And stayed.  

I loved the way we teased each other,  
How your smile dared the sun to shine brighter.  
You knew all my edges, my flaws, my fears,  
And still, you fit into my arms like they were built for you.  
I would give it all back—  
Every piece of myself,  
Every fragment of pride,  
To stand in that place again.  

But these are just memories now,  
A cruel echo of what once was.  
No words can turn back time,  
No plea can undo the silence you left behind.  
I think about you daily—  
Your voice, your touch, your everything.  

And I regret.  
I regret every moment I let slip,  
Every second I thought we had forever.  
Because forever ended too soon,  
And now I walk alone,  
Knowing I will never love another like I loved you.  

Sometimes, I remember you,  
And the world feels both too much and not enough.  
You’re gone,  
And I’m here,  
Holding onto the pieces of us,  
Wishing I had held you tighter when I had the chance.