I miss you in the quiet hours,
in morning light and passing showers.
Your name still lingers in my chest—
a ghost I made, who won't find rest.

I dream of you with aching grace,
then wake and can't forget your face.
But every tender thought is chained
to all the ways I caused you pain.

I held a heart I didn’t earn,
then lit a match and watched it burn.
Now love feels like a cruel refrain—
a song of guilt I can’t explain.

If I could take it back, I would,
rewrite the parts I misunderstood.
But echoes only answer me—
and none of them can set you free.