you were the answer
to a question i should have never asked
a hesitant spark;
crafted from stolen glances
that dared the universe to say no
in that  fleeting moment—time as if folded
two souls stitching their edges together,
briefly infinite,
as tough it wasn’t meant to last

yet we buried deep of what could have been
not in anger, not in betrayal,
but in quiet understanding—
a mutual surrender to the lives
that were never meant to intertwine

we became the weight of an almost—
a fire i couldn’t hold without burning,
a dream too vivid to stay asleep,
a heart so full
it could never be contained

it is almost as if
we are the resonance of tunes,
played in a room no one else can hear—but us
like a rhythm that felt familiar
but we never quite knew its notes

so i carry you;
not as a wound,
nor a regret,
but a quiet echo of a hum
not in a way that demands the world to bend,
but in a way that whispers,
“in another life, maybe.”