when your voice no longer reaches me.
The hours move slowly,
dragging your name across my mind
like a song I cannot stop replaying.
I miss you in the smallest moments
when my phone lights up and it is not you,
when the night gets too quiet,
when I have too much love left in me
with nowhere to place it.
I wonder if I still cross your mind
the way you cross mine at 2AM.
Do you still remember us softly?
Do you still smile at old memories,
or am I the only one holding them this tightly?
And sometimes I ask myself
if you still love me
the same way you did
on the first day we met
when everything about me
made your eyes stay a little longer.
Because I still carry that version of us.
Still carry your laughter in my chest.
Still carry hope,
even on nights that feel unbearably empty without you.
