It’s not the last breath that breaks me, Not the stillness or the night. It’s the coffee cup you left behind, The way your name still echoes right. It’s birthdays with no candles, Dreams you never chased. A thousand things we planned for Now scattered into space. I reach for you in silence, Call out but you're not there. The world keeps turning slowly, But I’m stuck inside the air… It’s not the goodbye that shattered me, It’s the life that should have been. The laughter we were meant to share, The songs we should have sung again. It’s walking past your favourite place And feeling time cave in — Not just the end that haunts me now, But the life that should have been. It's the words I never whispered, The touch I can’t replay. The stories only half-complete, The colours gone to gray. It’s the photos I can’t look at, Your number on my phone. The hollow chair across from me, Reminding me I’m alone. And oh, the questions linger, Like echoes in my chest. Did I hold you close enough? Did I give you all my best? It’s not the goodbye that shattered me, It’s the life that should have been. The hand I’d reach for in the dark, The warmth beneath your skin. It’s knowing there’s no second chance, No way to start again — Not just the end that breaks my heart, But the life that should have been. Some goodbyes write themselves too soon, Like stars that fade at dawn. And we’re left with all the silence Where the music should play on. It’s not the goodbye that hurts the most, It’s the echoes in the wind… The life we were still writing, Now a tale that’s tucked within. And though I carry you each day, Through every might-have-been… What aches the most is not your end — But the life that should have been. The life that should have been...
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