We were nothing.
But you knew it could've been something.

You felt it.
You just weren't brave enough to hold it.

I wasn't asking for a future.
Just for you to show up in the present.

But every time I got close,
you pulled back.

You said things that sounded like want,
but acted like maybe.

I gave you softness.
You gave me silence.

And now you want to talk.
Now that I've swallowed the ache,
now that I've stopped reaching.

But where were you
when I was trying to believe this could be real?

Still stuck in the past.
Still chasing what broke you.

If you'd shown up-
really shown up-
we could've built something.

But now you'll never know.

Because I'm done waiting
for someone who only knows hot arrive
once the door's already closed.