I built a house behind my eyes, with rooms for all the years we never got. A kitchen where the mornings moved like light, a window where a child would watch the rain. But the walls were never more than breath, and the doors were only shadows in the dark. I have lost things I never held, mourned a life that never lived. And now I stand inside the blue, missing a future that never came true. I don't miss yesterday— I miss the tomorrow we never had. The rooms we never painted, the roads we never drove. They are the ghosts of tomorrow, and they follow me home. I saw the film inside my head, the ending soft, the colors full of gold. But the screen was only in my mind, and the credits never rolled. I grew old in a life I never had, held hands with a man that does not exist. And the strangest grief is not for what was— it is for what will never be. I have lost things I never held, mourned a life that never lived. And now I stand inside the blue, missing a future that never came true. I don't miss yesterday— I miss the tomorrow we never had. The rooms we never painted, the roads we never drove. They are the ghosts of tomorrow, and they follow me home. I built a home of might-have-beens, and slept inside the empty rooms. But a house of what will never be is just a doorway to the moon. I have to let the future die to let the present breathe again. We treat the past like a place we can return to, but the future is the real ghost. We build it out of hope and call it destiny, then watch it fade like fog on a morning road. I was not mourning what I lost. I was mourning what I had already imagined, what I had already lived inside my head. The house. The journey. The old age. The child's laugh. They were never real. But the missing of them is. And that missing must now become a door— not a wall. I don't miss yesterday— I miss the tomorrow we never had. The rooms we never painted, the roads we never drove. They are the ghosts of tomorrow, and I let them go. I let them go. The house is quiet now... The ghosts have gone to rest... And I am still here... Learning to live with what is left.
