I Still Cry

I still cry for you in the quietest hours,

When the world softens and silence devours.

The memory of what we could have been,

A love so vivid, now lost within.

I cared for you in ways I cannot explain,

Like the earth aches softly after a rain.

Your voice was a harbor, your laugh a song,

How could something that felt so right go wrong?

I held your words like petals in my hand,

Each one a promise I tried to understand.

But promises faltered, the petals fell,

Leaving whispers of dreams I can't dispel.

You may have fallen first, that’s true,

But oh, how deeply I fell for you.

Every moment, a spark, a tether,

I thought we’d burn brightly, always together.

Now I sit with the shadows, the weight of "what if,"

A love unfinished, adrift, adrift.

I still cry for the bond we couldn’t hold,

For the warmth of a fire now bitterly cold.

I cared for you—do you even know?

The depth of a heart that couldn’t let go.

And though time may soften the ache I bear,

Tonight, I still cry, because I still care.

~RMC