In whispers of what could've been,

        I'm haunted by the ghost of you within.

        A bittersweet reminder of love's refrain,

        Echoes of memories that bring only pain.

        If only I had never seen your face,

        Perhaps my heart would still be in its place.

        But fate, it seemed, had other plans that day,

        And led me down a path where love would stray.

        Now, in the shadows of what we used to be,

        I'm left to ponder on the what-ifs of you and me.

        The fire that once burned bright with hope and desire,

        Has faded to embers, leaving only a hollow, gnawing fire.

        Oh, the cruel irony of love's design,

        To bring us joy, only to leave us with this hollow, aching mind.

        For in the end, it's not the love we had that hurts,

        But the memories of what could've been, the love that we deserved.