I hope, one day,
you’ll regret letting me go—
I hope it gnaws at you
in the quiet,
when you’re alone with your thoughts,
and the world is far away
I hope you feel my absence
heavy in your chest,
sharp and hollow,
like a room emptied of everything
except the echoes of what could have been
I hope one day,
you wake up and the space in your heart
where I used to be—
the place you thought you could leave empty,
you find it too wide to fill
I hope it hits,
like a slow, aching realization—
that I was something you could have kept,
but chose to let slip
through your fingers
I hope you pine over
making me the option you chose to give up,
whose heart you chose to compromise
when you came to a fork in the road,
a possibility you set aside
as if I am something easier to walk away from
I hope you feel the weight of your choice,
and wonder if you made the right one,
taste the ear-splitting silence
and existing absence that I’ve become
I hope, one day,
in the middle of your perfect now,
you’ll realize what you left in the past,
and regret every step
that led you there—
and you wish you could turn back the clock
and choose differently
but it’s all history
I hope, one day,
you’ll go back to where you left me
and find
that I am no longer
there
I hope, one day,
you’ll regret letting me go—
you finally realize what you had when you had it
but you are years too late
and I am forever gone
I hope I become,
if not the love,
the loss of your life—
like you are both mine.
