I found out too late,
two years had already passed,
time moving forward,
but you—
frozen in a moment I can’t rewrite.
We walked the same roads once,
laughed under flickering streetlights,
argued beneath heavy skies,
words sharp, hearts heavier.
Distance stretched between us
like a bridge no one dared to cross.
I told myself it was for the best,
that silence was mercy,
that some distances
are kinder than staying too close.
But I still hoped—
hoped you’d rise from the dark,
find your way to softer days,
leave behind the storm inside you.
Now, there is no way back.
No second chances,
no quiet reconciliation,
just the weight of what could have been.
And I wonder—
did you ever know
that even from afar,
I never stopped wanting
better for you?
I grieve in a strange way,
not just for you,
but for the life
I wished you had.
