When I saw you
standing in the rain,
your Boston Red Sox cap
pulled low over your eyes,
raindrops dripping off your chin,
I knew.
The wind tugged at the edges
of everything unsaid,
and I carried the weight of regret
on my shoulders when I ran to you.
Your eyes,
familiar but distant,
held all the pieces
of what we were before.
I should have stayed,
I whispered,
my voice trembling
with the heaviness of lost time.
You smiled,
soft, like forgiveness,
or maybe hope.
And suddenly,
there was no space
between us,
only the quiet understanding
that love,
even fractured,
can find its way
home.
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