We weren’t close,
just two names on a team,
a glance in homeroom.

Then she broke
and something changed.
Her words grew softer,
landing like gentle promises
I wasn’t sure were meant for me.

I thought I let go.
But two months later,
a dream held her close
and I woke with a hollow
where I thought I was whole.

Now the silence stretches
across empty days,
and I’m left carrying
what we never said,
a maybe
that never found its voice.