A thousand and thirty days,
Since I first felt that spark—
The butterflies, the rush,
The excitement lighting up the dark.
We shared the simplest things,
A laugh, a smile, a late-night call,
And in those moments, in the quiet,
We had everything, after all.

They say, "How can you miss
Someone you've never truly met?"
But in every word, in every glance,
I saw you, felt you, couldn't forget.
We were together, even from afar,
Our hearts entangled through the screen.
Your voice was a melody,
And your eyes—oh, how they’d gleam.

Then came 729 days, the amount of days since it all fell away,
The last hug, the last kiss, the final goodbye.
We cried until our hearts were raw,
Each tear a silent plea for the reasons why.
It wasn’t your first love,
Not your first smile or embrace,
But for me, it was the first—
The first to hold me in such a sacred place.

Now, silence fills the spaces,
Where our laughter used to be,
We’ve turned into strangers,
And yet, I still carry you with me.
Your silhouette lingers in the corners of my mind,
Whispering memories of the times we shared—
The nights when I wasn’t alone,
When someone truly cared.

I wouldn’t go back to you,
Not because my love has died,
But because I see the truth—
You’re happier on the other side.
You’re safer without me,
And I know I’m a shadow you’ve outgrown.
Once bitten, twice shy,
I’ll leave you to walk alone.

If by chance we cross,
I’ll lock my gaze with yours,
Feel the weight of all we've lost,
And quietly let go, as time endures.