if i had known
you were a season,
not a forever,
i’d have worn a jacket,
not stripped down to skin
i wouldn’t have sent
late night voice notes
or rewound your texts
just to feel your tone
echo in my head
i would’ve ghosted
before we turned
real
locked the gate
to the softest parts of me
hid the playlist
the poems
the version of me
you’ll never see again
i wouldn’t have handed you
the map
to places even i
was still discovering
i would’ve kept my jokes shallow
my glances brief
my truths half-told
my heart,
unposted
but here we are
me, empty inbox
you, unread memories
and all i can think is
if i had known
you were leaving,
i’d have never let you in
but damn,
how sweet it was
not knowing.
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