i remember the edge of that unseen precipice,
where promises whispered on a gust
of hesitant hope.
you cast signals like stars
across my night sky—
i, paralyzed by the fear…
of shattering the fragile constellation.
we were home—
each other’s harbor in the chaos
of drifting landscapes,
the lull of familiar laughter
against the relentless pull
of new, distant horizons.
now, silence fills the spaces
where our words once soared.
routines draw invisible lines
between soul and longing,
and in that quiet,
i mourn not the love unspoken
but the rift of unbridged affection.
if only the fragile heart could
dare leap—
had i known we stood at the brink,
i would have gathered every stray moment,
traded the safe shores for the possibility
of a love that might have been,
even if it meant risking…
i linger at the edge,
haunted by the could-have-beens,
wishing the courage
had written our story in bold,
even as time
turns memories into faded echoes
of what might have blossomed.