I don't know if words can reach you now,
but I need to try.
Not to erase what happened,
but to honor what mattered.

I hurt you
not with intent,
but with impact.
And I see the distance it carved
between us.

I remember the ease we once shared,
how trust lived in small moments.
Now,even silence feels sharp.
And I carry that.

I'm not asking you to forget.
I wouldn't, if I were you.
I'm asking if there's space,
somewhere inside the pain,
for understanding.

I'm here,
with remorse,
with patience,
with the hope
that this is not
where our story has to end.