We never held hands
On a Sunday morning calm and quiet
But I feel the ghost of your fingers
Curling into mine
A warmth that never was,
But won’t let go.
We never danced
In the hush of kitchen light,
But I hear the soft hum
Of laughter that never rose,
See the sway of shadows
That never moved.
I mourn for a love
I never tasted,
For stolen glances
that were never mine,
For a voice
that never called me "home."
I fell in love
With a life that never existed
Pages unwritten,
Silence where our story
should have been
Dreams were brighter than reality
And I was a sleep
So tell me
How should I grieve
a love,
That never touched the world,
But wrecked me just the same?
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 5:56 AM UTC
We never held hands
On a Sunday morning calm and quiet
But I feel the ghost of your fingers
Curling into mine
A warmth that never was,
But won’t let go.
We never danced
In the hush of kitchen light,
But I hear the soft hum
Of laughter that never rose,
See the sway of shadows
That never moved.
I mourn for a love
I never tasted,
For stolen glances
that were never mine,
For a voice
that never called me "home."
I fell in love
With a life that never existed
Pages unwritten,
Silence where our story
should have been
Dreams were brighter than reality
And I was a sleep
So tell me
How should I grieve
a love,
That never touched the world,
But wrecked me just the same?
#Love should have been locked in my heart forever. It was safe there. Now I don’t have tears left in my eyes# life should have ended long ago#
