When our eyes meet,
I wonder if you remember.
If you remember
how my hands traced your skin
while your lips touched mine.
Now my hands rest
around someone else's neck,
and your mouth whispers secrets
into someone else's ears.
But when you look into my eyes,
part of me still wonders
if you think about us too.
If somewhere inside your mind
I am still the one you kiss,
the one you pull close
when the world goes quiet.
Something in the way your stare lingers
makes me feel like you do.
And I cannot help but wonder—
if even one thing
had been different,
would our love be too?
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|POEMS| The untold words...
Poesía|I never told you And you will never know The secrets the stars whispered to me That night under the moon| Cover credits to: @LeroyGraphics
