If you only knew how your name lingers
like a song I never learned to forget.
How your laughter still hums in my chest,
filling the empty spaces you left behind.

If you only knew the way my hands
still reach for yours in crowded rooms,
as if love could rewrite the past,
as if hearts could unlearn longing.

If you only knew,
but maybe you do,
and maybe that’s what hurts the most.