I met him like a spark in the dark,A fleeting flash of light,His laughter danced on the edges of my world,Turning shadows into something bright.
But I was a step behind,
A breath away from reaching,
Too afraid to hold his gaze too long,
Or learn the secrets his heart was teaching.
He felt too perfect, too far to touch,
Like a dream I wasn't meant to chase,
So I let him slip through my fingers,
Before I ever knew the taste of grace.
In some other universe, we walk hand in hand,
Where I'm enough, where I belong,
But in this one, I'm just a quiet story,
A note in a half-finished song.
I picture him sometimes, with a wistful smile,
Wondering if he remembers me,
Or if, in that other universe,
He's waiting for the "we" we could never be.
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Little Pieces
PoetryA collection of short poems that reflect the ups and downs of daily life, exploring themes of struggle, growth, and the search for belonging. Each piece reflects a moment, a feeling, or a memory, offering a glimpse into the journey of self-discovery.
