I knew from the start I couldn’t keep you,
but I tried,
maybe too much, maybe too little,
and now I kind of wish I hadn’t,
because trying just made letting go harder.
We were close to something real,
so close, it blurred the lines,
but when you offered only friendship,
I couldn’t pretend it was enough.
Doubts crept in,
questioning what I knew,
Were those moments real, or only half-true?
It’s been months,
and the pain won’t fade,
I’m still thinking of the times you stayed.
But if you return, let it be your choice,
not my whisper, but YOUR voice.
Sometimes loving needs letting them roam free,
and waiting to see,
if they come back to me.
