It started in a crowded room, your laugh cut through the noise,
A moment stretched like twilight, a spark without a choice.
Your hand brushed mine so lightly, I almost didn't feel,
But the way you looked right through me made the moment real.
We danced through every season, laughed beneath the sky,
But love's a fickle compass, and sometimes maps lie.
I saw the signs in shadows, in words you didn't say,
But I painted over warnings, hopin' they'd fade away.
I remember the silence, the weight of what was left,
The way the air hung heavy with the sound of your steps.
The door didn't slam-it just closed with regret,
And the house we built together became a silhouette.
The rain washed the dirt, but it didn't clean the stain,
Every corner still remembers the whispers of your name.
I swept the broken pieces, but I didn't throw them away,
Every shard a memory, a lesson from yesterday
The winds don't carry whispers now; they bring a brand-new air,
And I've started planting roots where the soil feels fair.
The house is gone, but the land is mine,
Where love once stumbled, it can realign.
The spark became a fire, the fire burned still,
But the storm didn't break me-it taught me my will.