What Remains of Us

We stood at the edge of everything we knew. Holding onto moments we swore would

pull us through. But even love with promise can slowly slip away. Leaving quiet memories

where we used to stay. I still remember mornings when your smile felt sure.

When every small touch felt steady and pure. But time can change the rhythm

of a beating heart, and we learn the truth in learning how to

part. What we lost was the future we tried to design.

The plans once written like they were yours and mine. But what remains

are the echoes of how we grew. The gentle reminders of the best