My heart trembles, twists and wrenches,
Yearning for a breath of you once more.
You were the lull of my mother's lap,
A dream of my unfulfilled nap.

I ruined everything before we began.
Lost you before I could knock on your door.

I'm apologetic for the feelings I have built,
for the love that rose like a tide,
only to break.

But one day, you will find my poems,
They will slip into your nights,
sit beside you in silence,
press against your ribs—
and you will know how I felt about you

Still, I wait and I hope
like a tired bird in the nest.
Hoping one day, you will run to me, barefoot,
the earth remembering your steps.

Will I be there that day?
Maybe. Maybe not