As rain pours over the city slowing down the pace of all, nostalgia comes running to mock me for what could have been the first meeting, the first date - feelings sweeter than tea your hand on mine and the warmest hugs
maybe could've become first anniversaries, forever date, laughter turned into lullabies we'd pass on to our kids one day
It mocks;
yes, our eyes whispered all we wished to say, yet borders drawn in blood and names tough choices and Prayers said in different tongues Parents who'd never soften even if we'd held hands and begged.
So, I lied, blurred the truth, pushed you away to protect you from what we could never have
Then, comes the haunting horror - the ache, the nightmare i wish i could be awake from, not into, of why 'you and I' could never be We
Yet still I smile when we meet like I never tasted the dream That still claws my rib the dream I wish was, Mine!
For the almosts, the never-wases, and the love that felt like home but never made it past the doorstep. This is a piece about letting go — not because we wanted to, but because the world wouldn’t let us stay