I counted the moments
like they were owed to me.
Like love was supposed to stay,
but it never does.
Not when it’s borrowed.
Not when it’s stolen.
I held onto words
that were never mine to keep.
Promises that cracked
before they touched the air.
I see you now—
not as you were,
but as the lie that stayed
long after you were gone.
Do you even remember
what you said?
Or was I just a name
you forgot to erase?
Love should leave fingerprints,
not bruises.
You only hear the truth
when the silence screams.
Only feel the weight
when it sinks too deep.
Only chase the past
when the future’s gone.
Only miss their love
when you know it was never real.
But I still hear your footsteps.
