𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦

I still hear your laughter
in the quiet spaces of my day,
like a song the wind remembers
long after the music fades away.

We were once a gentle sunrise,
soft light spilling through the dark,
two hearts learning how to beat
with one steady, hopeful spark.

I held your dreams like fragile glass,
you held my fears like they were small,
and in the shelter of your arms
I was not afraid to fall.

But seasons change without asking,
and love can loosen its embrace.
What once felt warm and certain
slipped through time without a trace.

Now your name rests on my lips
like a prayer I cannot say,
and memories bloom in silence
where you used to stay.

I miss the way you’d look at me
as if I were your home,
now I trace our fading footprints
in a world I walk alone.

Yet even in this breaking,
I’m grateful that you were mine—
for loving you, though lost,
was a beautiful kind of shine.