It's been 705 days since I last felt truly at peace,
705 days since I was with the one I loved the most.
And still, I’m convinced I’ll never love again the way I loved you.
You were the reason I stayed, and in a way, you still are.

I stay now, for the slim chance that we might cross paths once more,
That maybe one day, we’ll meet again.
But deep down, I know I need a reason to stay here,
Other than just holding onto the hope of seeing you,
Someone who belongs only in my past.

Two years have passed, and three since we first knew each other,
Yet, no matter how hard I try, I can't forget you.
Your scent still lingers in my mind,
Your smile, the way you moved—your silhouette.
I wonder if you're eating well,
I wonder if you're happy.

I find myself hoping, even praying,
That you’re okay, even if it’s none of my business anymore.
But I still carry you with me, quietly,
In the spaces between my thoughts.