INCOMPLETE WISH

 you’re still my person,
even if i’m not yours.

i’ve made peace with that.
and still
you’ll always be my favorite
incomplete wish.

our story isn’t finished.
not really.
the chapter we wrote together
still echoes in my chest
when everything else goes quiet.

every laugh,
every tear,
every small moment between us
they’ve wrapped around me
like a memory i never want to let go of.
a kind of love
that time can’t touch.

i know now
sometimes love means letting go.
not because it’s over,
but because it’s the only way we both grow.
find the paths meant for us.

and maybe
just maybe
this incomplete wish
will find its way to something whole
someday.
whether together,
or in some other way
we can’t even imagine yet.