Was that really our last goodbye?

Your eyes—they shook, but not a word.

I stood there frozen,

Nodding instead of speaking.

A hundred things I meant to say,

but my lips—

they shut tight.

Nothing made it out.

Now you’re showing up

in every silence,

in every breath.

I’m not trying to remember you—

You’re just... there.

You stayed the same, I fell apart.

You kept on smiling, I fell to the floor.

You walked away,

but I couldn’t move.

More than the words that said it’s over,

what broke me—

was your back turned

without a pause.

I’m still here…

but you were already gone.

Even the ordinary feels too bright—

the alley we used to walk,

now a stranger to my steps.

I didn’t know

how loud your absence would be.

So quiet, it hurts.

Funny, how memory edits the film:

Not the fight,

just the first laugh.

Not the ending,

just how it felt to begin.

You stayed the same, I changed too much.

You had dreams—

I had echoes.

You moved on,

I moved in circles.

I never thought “it’s over”

could wreck me this slow.

You said goodbye,

but I’m still stuck

in the day before.

If you'd waited

just a little longer...

Would we have made it?

Would we be laughing now

instead of erasing everything?

You stayed the same, I disappeared.

You faded forward,

I’m still standing

on the same cracked sidewalk.

No, we can’t go back—

I learned that too late.

But maybe that’s why it still hurts.

Maybe that’s why it still echoes.