It shatters me to admit—
my heart still aches for you.
Out of everyone in this world,
it chose you,
and it never once changed its mind.

It’s been years,
and still, I find myself turning toward you.
Not for answers—
just for the calm I once felt near you.
I don’t even know if it was love anymore.
But I held on like it was.

How did you move on
so quietly, so completely,
while I break
in the silence you left behind?

You say you still care—
but care has never felt this hollow.
Whatever remains in you
doesn’t reach the depths
of what drowns me every night.

Because I still think of you
in every empty moment,
still wonder if you’re okay,
if the world is kind to you,
when you might not even
whisper my name
in your thoughts anymore.