Universe a poem of broken Love
I still remember the silence
that lived between your eyes,
the way the moon held our shadows
as if it knew we'd say goodbye.
I wish I could return
to the night before we met,
before your name became a wound,
before love became regret.
Maybe I would walk past you,
maybe I would never stay,
because knowing how this ends
would make me choose another way.
You left your ghost beside me,
sleeping where you used to be,
and every night I close my eyes
hoping you'll come back to me.
But memories are cruel things—
they give you what you cannot hold.
They turn a moment into forever
and leave your hands empty and cold.
I don't miss who we became.
I miss who we were before.
Two strangers underneath the stars,
with no reason to hurt anymore.
And if I could meet you again,
I wouldn't ask you to stay.
I'd only look into your eyes
and remember the night
before everything slipped away.
Because sometimes the deepest pain
isn't losing someone you love
it's wishing you had never met them,
while still wishing
you could meet them once more.
Poetry Inspired by "The Night We Met - Lord Huron" The Night We Met