Unfinished

I keep telling myself it’s nothing, just time, just another almost that never aligned. But some things don’t leave, they stay in your head, turning quiet moments into things left unsaid. I tried to move on, let the feeling fade, like distance alone could fix what we made. But no matter how complete everything seems, there’s a gap in the picture, a break in the seams. Cause without you in it, it’s not what it became, it’s not even a picture, its just a frame.