I wish I didn’t miss you—
not like this,
not in the quiet where your silence screams.
I wish I moved on like you did,
graceful,
as if love never lived here.
You don’t miss me—not like I miss you.
You don’t crave me in the hollow hours,
don’t check if I breathed you in my dreams.
You’ve unlearned the rhythm of us,
while I still hum it in the dark.
I feel stuck,
my heart in rewind
while yours skipped forward
like we never happened.
You don’t call anymore.
I know.
We’re not one.
Not us.
Not now.
But I still call.
Still text.
Still ache.
And maybe what hurts the most
isn’t losing you—
but how fast
you chose
to forget me.
Unrequited love
I'll never understand how fast people move on
How do you forget the rhythm