Are you truly happy, or did some pieces get locked away, fragments fading with me?
I wonder if the stories we used to share, the futures we once painted,
Still knock softly on the window of your imagination,
Do they slip through in quiet moments, unexpected?
Are you stuck with this but too?
The one that won’t let us rest,
Because we both lost pieces of hope, tucked away in memories—
Memories we don’t want, or maybe we do, just not quite like this.
I wonder if you’re still waiting,
Waiting to reclaim all the colors from the rainbow we once called our own,
Do you ever find yourself wondering,
Would we have been happier, if we’d leapt into the wind, took those scary risks, lived our wildest dreams?
Or do you tell yourself, This is where we were always meant to land?
Do you ask yourself often,
Was there a chance for us to reach forever?
The answer drifts somewhere between what was and what could have been,
But how are we supposed to be okay with the feeling of nothingness,
When pieces of it still linger?
No matter how far we move or how content we become,
I think these quiet wonders will always follow us,
Like a shadow of what was, or what almost was,
And maybe one day, we’ll make peace with that silence inside.
But for now,
We carry it, don’t we?
Like a tender secret, a distant song,
A part of us that keeps echoing back.
