A cold case love—
a story I keep trying to rewind.
Love letters, rose petals… every trace left behind.

The last tear slips down in quiet pain,
knowing things will never be the same.
I wipe it away, swallowed by shame,
still trying—
always in vain.
You never cared the same.

Did you ruin everything because you didn’t follow the script I had in mind—
or did I ruin it all by forcing you into a role you were never meant to play?
Who’s to blame now that the curtain’s fallen?
Both of us… or neither?

Maybe we were perfect—just not for each other’s stories.
I cast you as the hero,
but you became the villain.

And sure, a villain can be a hero in someone else’s tale…
but I don’t want to watch you play that part.
I’d rather you remain the villain—
in mine.

How do I fill the emptiness in my chest?
It feels like someone tore my heart out—
and it’s been bleeding ever since.
I want to reach out to you,
but there’s no way back.
What now?

You made me feel like I was left homeless in the winter cold.
At the end of the day, everyone has a place to return to—
a warm light, a waiting soul.
I used to run to you,
just to hold you,
just to let your arms lift the weight off my shoulders.
Now where do I go?
I wander beneath the darkened sky,
no door to knock on,
no arms to fall into.
Just me—
a stray in the pouring rain.
And I’ll never forget
how you made me feel that way.

The sky has been grey for days,
and I can’t tell if it’s the weather or my heart.
Maybe the sun will shine when I feel lighter—
or maybe I’ll feel lighter
when the clouds finally drift away.

As the days, weeks, and months pass,
every memory will begin to fade…
First, I’ll forget the shape of your face,
then the scent that used to linger.
Soon, even the good and the bad
will slip quietly through the cracks of time.
It hurts now,
but time is gentle with its erasing.
Healing is slow—
but it always comes.

Whisper to the winds of your own becoming,
let your soul drift through unspoken dreams.
The universe will listen,
and your name will find its wings.