I don’t know if it’s love, but it feels so,

Your laugh, your eyes, your voice I hear.

The way you talk of seafood with disdain,

Your calmness like a gentle rain.

You’re not perfect, but you’re the one,

My morning moon, my setting sun.

I miss our good mornings, our soft good nights,

The whispers that once chased away the fright.

I feel I’ve lost you,

And don’t know how to ease this pain.

Please come back; I miss you so,

The warmth, the love, the way we’d grow.

I want to tell you, to hold you tight,

To say “I love you” and make things right.

But words once spoken, I can’t retrieve,

They pushed you away, made you leave.

Still, I hope for a fleeting chance,

To feel your touch, a lasting glance.

To speak the truths I never could,To love you as I always should.

I’m sorry, my love, for all I’ve done,

For chasing shadows and losing the sun.

Come back to me, let us begin,

To weave our story, to try again.