Echoes of Maybe

To the love that never got to finish its story....

For the way your smile felt like a sunrise after a long night,
and how, even in silence, we seemed to understand each other.
For the stolen glances, the gentle touches,
the plans we whispered into the future like secrets only we could keep.
We weren't perfect....but for a while, we were something rare.

This is for the almosts,
for the love that bloomed in the wrong season,
for the chapters we never got to write.
Maybe we weren't meant to last,
but we were meant to matter.

You were a song I didn't get to finish....
but the melody still plays in the quiet moments.
You were home, even if only for a little while.

So here's to us....unfinished, unforgettable,
and still etched in the pages of my heart.