five am thoughts got me here again.
the first —
too young
didn’t know better
not careful enough with something that fragile
i broke it
that’s the truth that doesn’t change
not the ending—
but how it ended
sharp
sudden
no way to take it back once it happened
i don’t miss it the same way anymore
but i still flinch at the memory of it
of how easily i ruined something
that deserved a gentler ending
the second —
wrong time
we both knew it
i knew it
just didn’t say it out loud
three months
nothing solid
but it felt like something that could have been
we were quiet
we enjoyed the peace
we embraced the little time we had
easy
warm
dangerous in that quiet way
no big ending
no fight
just space growing where something should have been
messages fading
effort thinning
until there was nothing left to hold
and that’s it
no mistake to fix
no one to blame
just timing
just almost
and these are the memories i missed
i hold dear to
that i hoped they deserve a much
much better ending
it’s all
but
an echo
a what if.