I try to avoid clichés, such as the word ‘someday,’ but I can’t deny the hope it carries. It’s beautiful and promising, like the first light of day. Seven simple letters that hold the weight of my dreams.

Someday, I’ll write about cool winds and peaceful rain, about afternoons spent wandering through gardens. I’ll describe the grass beneath my feet, as though it thanks me for walking this earth. I’ll write of vast cities, where new streets hum with life, new places I’ve visited, and those yet to come.

Someday, I will only wait for sunrises and sunsets. I’ll leave the sciences behind in favor of what nourishes the soul. I’ll indulge in simple joys, like flipping through recipe books and learning the art of crafting the perfect soup.

Someday, my writing will shift. It will be less about others and more about me—how I am loved, how I am loved well, and how those I love are lucky to have me. I’ll be hidden, only found by those who seek me in my absence, who know that I’ve always left the door open. At the dining table, I’ll sit with friends who stayed, who made me stay, and who never took me for granted.

Someday, I’ll spend more time analyzing constellations, and less on pondering why relationships fail. I’ll always have the right words to say, no hesitation, no delay. Someday, my writing will be simple and clear, no ironies, no hidden metaphors.
Short, and sweet;
No traces of past pains, or of having dealt with goodbyes.

But someday is still a distant thought. For now, I let the ink bleed a little longer. I let the pen spell words like grief and loss.

I heal so slowly without your touch,

Though I try not to need you so much.

You’re a forest fire; I’m just the spark,

Burning alone in this endless dark.

Each thought of you ignites the flame,

A warmth I crave, though it’s never the same.
Without your presence, I feel incomplete,

A flicker of hope where shadows meet.

I’ll admit it—I’m still codependent,

But you’re my balance, my transcendence.
Even when you close every door,

I only seem to want you more.

Your absence echoes through my chest,

A constant ache, a restless unrest.

You’re the gravity I can’t escape,

The unseen force that gives me shape.

I cut the rope; you fell from the tower,

But I still miss you in every hour.

Even now, as I think of you with her,

The thought of you alone makes my heart stir.

I let you go to find your way,

Believing love would bring you back someday.

But I’m locked in the memory, unable to flee,
Forever lost in the dream of what we could be.

You’re the choice I’d make a thousand times,
Even knowing you may never be mine.

I walk the edge of hope and despair,

Clinging to moments when you were there.
How do I move when you’re still my air,

A part of my soul I can’t help but bear?

You say nothing, but I can read your face—
A map of longing you can’t erase.

I see the words you’re too scared to speak,
Written in silence where our eyes meet.

Even as you walk a path I can’t follow,

Your heart’s compass points to love you swallow.

You’re not here, and it doesn’t feel right,

Like a song without rhythm, a starless night.
Say the words, and I’d be yours right now,
Even as she wears your love somehow.

Her touch may linger, but it’s not the same—
She holds the title, but I hold the flame.

I wonder if she sees the man I knew,

Or if the real you is hiding, too.

I dream of a love that time won’t destroy,

A bond beyond reason, untouched by the void.

I told you things I’ve told no one else,

Now they’re locked away on my own shelf.

If you called, I’d break every vow—
This fire burns quietly, but it burns for you now.

Each secret shared was a piece of my soul;
A fragile offering to help make you whole.
Though I’m silent, the embers remain,

A love unspoken, but never tamed.

If there is one thing
that I hated,
It would be waiting.
Though I know
It could take endless,
I find myself
dwelling in consolation
of taking a step,
then a leap
of faith.

Someday, you may lose your faith.
You may lose your way.
But, once you understand
it's not your fault if that happens,
you can find new things
to have faith in.

Someday we will meet again
In the middle of a crowd
With each other's life
Even that time you're pushing a stroller
I will still warmly greet you
And, I said in my heart:
"I'm always happy for you"

I can't see the future.
But somehow, I have a feeling that someday, you won't struggle when you have to decide
if you should stay or go.
And that's a day you'll never forget.
Because that's the day you'll realize
that you don't need anybody
to make you feel like somebody.