Yours, Still

Yours, Still I call you mine in the quiet dark, where memories dance and old sparks mark the places we loved, the places we knew— even now, I’m still calling you. Though we parted, though you moved on, there's a piece of me still holding you, like the echoes of laughs, the feel of your hand, ghosts in places I can't understand.w The world moves forward, leaves things behind, but my heart hangs back, it rewinds, and I still catch myself smiling through those memories that belonged to you. For once you were here, you were my own, and though you’ve left, I’m not alone— I keep you close in ways I find hard to say, but deep, entwined. So maybe I’m wrong to hold on tight, to think of you in the quiet night, to still call you mine, though we’re worlds apart, but love never really leaves the heart. -B...?