If you ever wondered what I felt
when you said, “we’re not in sync”
know this:
my heart didn’t break quietly.
It shattered
in all the spaces
you once filled with hope.

You held me like maybe.
You spoke like someday.
You smiled like promise.
And then walked away.

Don’t dress it up.
It wasn’t fate,
or timing,
or stars out of line.
It was choice.
It was yours.
And it wasn’t mine.

But I won’t chase ghosts
in the ruins of “almost.”
I just hope one day,
you feel
the kind of ache
you left in me
and realize
it was love.