Somewhere only we know. (:

Somewhere between the last train and the first light,

we became strangers to the answers we sought.

I traced the outline of your absence in my mind—

a shape that felt too familiar to forget,

too quiet to hold.

Maybe we were always walking parallel,

sharing the same sky but never the same stars.

In another story, maybe the clocks were kinder.

But here, time only moves in one direction:

away.

I have this calm nostalgia for a smile on your face that I’ve only seen in my dreams—

how it beamed, like sunlight on dewy grass.

We filled the spaces with half-truths,

as though honesty might undo us.

Somewhere, there’s a version of us

who didn’t hesitate at the crossroads.

But that wasn’t this version.

Here, our stories don’t intertwine and we’ve never heard each other giggle.

I still hear the hum of unsaid things,

like static between distant radios.

If I close my eyes, I can almost see us,

folded into some secret corner of the world—

where your name is a song that never ends.

But reality doesn’t ask permission to let go.

We placed our bets on a question without answers,

and in the end, the silence wasn’t a verdict,

just a quiet farewell to something that never began.

And I guess we will never find out.

Listen : Somewhere only we know

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