Acceptance lives in morning’s breath,
But thoughts of him defy such death.

For though he and I weren’t a perfect fit,
I miss the times he made me lit.

The moments we shared, so wild and free,
Like secrets whispered between the trees.

His touch, a spark in the darkest night,
Igniting feelings, pure delight.

Yet time slipped by, like sand through glass,
And all the memories faded fast.

But still, I hear his voice in dreams,
A haunting echo, or so it seems.

Acceptance lives, but it’s not yet whole—
For his shadow still lingers in my soul.

Though I’ve learned to let the past slip by,
I still chase the spark that once made me fly.

There is no wonder when we meet,
no sudden light,
no secret flame;
the love that once was whole and bright
now bears my name in blame.

You were the steadfast,
I the storm—
together fragile, fierce, and true;
until my thunder split the sky
and scattered all of you.

And though your days have found their peace,
unchained from all I could not give,
My heart grows bitter with the truth:
I broke the love I wished would live.

Love comes in waves,
then ebbs with time—
a fleeting touch,
a fleeting rhyme.

What once was whole
now falls apart,
Yet leaves its mark
upon the heart.

It cracked like porcelain
in my hand—
beautiful, fragile,
impossible to withstand.

I held the shards
until they bled,
still wishing they were
whole instead.

For even broken,
love remains:
salt in the wound,
tide in the veins.

And though it ebbs,
it does not fade—
a haunting shape
The heart has made.

In English, we say: I miss you, I’m sorry.
In poetry, we say:
I pressed your heart into my hands.
And forgot how fragile it was.
Now every pulse I feel.
Reminds me of the one I fractured.
In English, we say: It’s over.
In poetry, we say:
You are gone
Because I made staying impossible.
In English, we say: I hurt you.
In poetry, we say:
I called it love,
But my love was a wildfire,
And you were the one who burned.
In English, we say: goodbye.
In poetry, we say:
I will spend a lifetime.
loving you from a distance,
And that is the truest apology.
I can give.