You ever think about someone so much?

Their presence lingers,

like the echo of a song you can't shake.

All that could have been,

a thousand paths,

each one just out of reach,

tugging at your heart with the weight of what-ifs.

 

At night, they visit,

walking the corridors of your dreams,

a shadow you can't hold.

And by day, they stay close,

hovering just behind every thought,

like a whisper,

never spoken,

but always there.

 

You wonder how things might be different,

if one word, one glance, had shifted the course.

But now it's just this,

a quiet ache,

a memory of someone so close,

and yet, so far.