in quiet nights, i wander back in time,
to hallways filled with laughter, young and free.
i see the sweethearts, hand in hand they climb,
through years that shaped who they were meant to be.
i envy not with anger but with ache,
for paths untaken and for hearts that wake.
they share a secret language, glances, smiles,
an inside joke that only they can know.
together they’ve endured the countless trials,
and watched each other blossom, change, and grow.
from awkward youths to souls that deeply trust,
they’ve built a life from dreams and starry dust.
i wish i’d had a love that stood the test,
a partner in the chaos of our teens.
someone to hold through trials and through jest,
to share the shades of all life’s in-betweens.
but high school’s faded, doors have closed behind,
leaving echoes yearning in my mind.
they’ve grown together from a humble start,
from nothingness to heights of sweet success.
each milestone shared has bound them heart to heart,
their journey marked by love’s profound caress.
success tastes sweeter when it’s shared by two,
a tapestry they’ve woven tight and true.
my loves were brief, like shadows cast and gone,
we parted ways, our stories left untold.
connections lost as new horizons dawn,
no shared ascent, no hand for me to hold.
now memories are all that linger here,
a silent film of moments held most dear.
yet hope still whispers softly in my ear,
that love may come and write a different end.
though envy shades my heart, it’s crystal clear,
their story isn’t mine to comprehend.
i’ll walk my path and find my own embrace,
and maybe time will heal this empty space.
