Some mornings still feel like you, like warmth I didn’t deserve but couldn’t let go. Memories somewhere behind the silence. Like a thread I never untangled.
Some nights, I wake up and it’s like you just left the room. Like your laugh is still hanging in the air and my chest forgets it’s empty. I dream of rooms you still live in. I don’t see your face but I wake up full of you, like love left its light on.
Some silences still hum with what we never said. And sometimes I still feel the ghost of your hand in mine.
In some timeline, I said what I meant before it was too late. I showed up. I stayed. I fought for you the way you deserved. And you never have to wonder if I still love you.
Some part of me still waits not here, not now, but somewhere our love still lives.
If M theory is correct, there are worlds we are still us.