When we were younger, the night knew our names
It leaned in close when we laughed at the flame
Of moments that flickered but felt like forever,
When hearts made their vows without asking for weather.
Bare feet on the earth, no future in sight,
Just stars holding still for the length of one night.
Love came unguarded, no armor, no fear,
We trusted the now because tomorrow wasnt here.
Now time hums a different, more careful tune,
Still sings of the sun, but remembers the moon.
I carry those days like a hymn in my chest,
Not to return, but to honor whats blessed.
There’s a mercy in letting a memory breathe,
In not bending the past to beg it to stay.
Some loves are complete even left unclaimed,
Some fires are sacred because they’re contained
I love you the way seasons love the land
By knowing when not to reach for your hand
Grateful you were grateful you're gone
Grateful we existed before right and wrong
And when that old song finds its way through the air,
I don’t ache I remember. I don’t wish I care.
We were real. That’s the truth I defend.
Some loves don’t need endings to still never end
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
When we were younger, the night knew our names
It leaned in close when we laughed at the flame
Of moments that flickered but felt like forever,
When hearts made their vows without asking for weather.
Bare feet on the earth, no future in sight,
Just stars holding still for the length of one night.
Love came unguarded, no armor, no fear,
We trusted the now because tomorrow wasnt here.
Now time hums a different, more careful tune,
Still sings of the sun, but remembers the moon.
I carry those days like a hymn in my chest,
Not to return, but to honor whats blessed.
There’s a mercy in letting a memory breathe,
In not bending the past to beg it to stay.
Some loves are complete even left unclaimed,
Some fires are sacred because they’re contained
I love you the way seasons love the land
By knowing when not to reach for your hand
Grateful you were grateful you're gone
Grateful we existed before right and wrong
And when that old song finds its way through the air,
I don’t ache I remember. I don’t wish I care.
We were real. That’s the truth I defend.
Some loves don’t need endings to still never end
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