Thank you—
for the warmth you showed
when I was near.
Gratitude fills my quiet heart
for every glance,
every moment we held dear.
I miss you—
in silence, in noise,
in crowded thoughts or empty space.
Your memory lingers like a song,
a soft and sacred place.
Each time I see you,
my heart leans in,
longing to ask,
to listen, to stay—
to be part of your world again,
in every small and simple way.
But I hold back—
and you know why.
I only ever wanted to be the one
you’d choose above the rest,
because no one else
has ever lived within my chest
the way you do.
Life’s noise has made me quiet,
and doubts now take their toll.
Still, a whisper deep inside
believes you feel the pull.
I wonder—
when I disappear,
or when others crowd around,
will you still think of me?
Will you seek me out,
or let me drown in the background?
So far, you haven’t.
And your silence speaks.
So I stop myself.
I fear what time might do—
for I will still be me,
but you,
you may change again.
You let the doors stay open wide,
not seeing who walks in.
It’s not the ones who come—
they always will.
The storm’s not them—
it’s how you try
to keep things calm
while hearts stand still.
You try to find the balance—
but love can't be balanced like that.
Hearts don’t divide,
they give or shatter.
And trying to please them all
only makes it scatter.
I’ve always placed
your joy before my own.
If my absence makes you smile,
then I’ll leave you alone.
No matter what you thought of me,
or the place I had in your heart,
I’ll step away
if that’s the way
you find your brightest start.
But know this:
Without some change,
we won’t find peace as two.
And as for me—
though I don’t talk to you,
though I don’t see your face,
though I may speak
with others for a time or place—
my heart stays whole,
undivided, true.
No one else
has ever been
what you are
to me—
and always will be
you.
for the warmth you showed
when I was near.
Gratitude fills my quiet heart
for every glance,
every moment we held dear.
I miss you—
in silence, in noise,
in crowded thoughts or empty space.
Your memory lingers like a song,
a soft and sacred place.
Each time I see you,
my heart leans in,
longing to ask,
to listen, to stay—
to be part of your world again,
in every small and simple way.
But I hold back—
and you know why.
I only ever wanted to be the one
you’d choose above the rest,
because no one else
has ever lived within my chest
the way you do.
Life’s noise has made me quiet,
and doubts now take their toll.
Still, a whisper deep inside
believes you feel the pull.
I wonder—
when I disappear,
or when others crowd around,
will you still think of me?
Will you seek me out,
or let me drown in the background?
So far, you haven’t.
And your silence speaks.
So I stop myself.
I fear what time might do—
for I will still be me,
but you,
you may change again.
You let the doors stay open wide,
not seeing who walks in.
It’s not the ones who come—
they always will.
The storm’s not them—
it’s how you try
to keep things calm
while hearts stand still.
You try to find the balance—
but love can't be balanced like that.
Hearts don’t divide,
they give or shatter.
And trying to please them all
only makes it scatter.
I’ve always placed
your joy before my own.
If my absence makes you smile,
then I’ll leave you alone.
No matter what you thought of me,
or the place I had in your heart,
I’ll step away
if that’s the way
you find your brightest start.
But know this:
Without some change,
we won’t find peace as two.
And as for me—
though I don’t talk to you,
though I don’t see your face,
though I may speak
with others for a time or place—
my heart stays whole,
undivided, true.
No one else
has ever been
what you are
to me—
and always will be
you.
