What wounds me the most, what tears me apart,
Is not just her leaving, but why she’d depart.
Not hate, not a fight, not distance or time—
But that my love wasn't enough...
Feels almost like a crime.

And now I am haunted by all we could be,
By hugs that still echo,
By dreams lost at sea.
She walks with her pain, while I walk alone—
Heart full of love with nowhere to call home.