and I’d like to think,
or hope,
that if we never speak again
maybe one day you’ll look back
and recall the feeling of knowing
that I was someone who didn’t fear the future
when they pictured you by their side.
maybe softly,
in the night,
you’ll whisper my name,
just to feel safe.
you’ll remember me
as somebody
who loved you the best that they could,
even when it wasn’t what you wanted.
even when it wasn’t what I needed.
if only the timing had been right…
if only I’d have wanted
to spend forever with me,
too.
cathartic 