820 Days

You showed me meaning, gave my soul its spark,

Lit up my world when it was cold and dark.

You were — and still are — the breath that I take,

The calm in the storm, the dawn when I break.

Though I don’t see you like I used to do,

You linger near, like the sky holds the blue.

In dreams, we walk with fingers entwined,

Two hearts once lost, now perfectly aligned.

Your smile — it haunts me, soft and coy,

A fleeting trace of joy I miss.

The mary calm before the storm,

A love that burned with quiet bliss.

I hear your voice in the wind’s low hum,

Like the beat of a song I wish would come.

The touch of your hands still lives in my skin,

A warmth I long for again and again.

We laughed like children, wild and free,

And in those laughs, I found all of me.

Your mood swings danced with mine like fire,

Yet somehow, love kept lifting us higher.

Even the flaws — they shine in gold,

Our tangled hearts, the stories told.

The jokes we cracked, the looks we shared,

Those fleeting glances that said we cared.

You were the merry in my madness,
The joy that eased my morning sadness.
And though you’ve gone, and time won’t stay,
Those traces linger, come what may.

It’s been a while since you walked away,

But my love still blooms in quiet display.

Like a star that won’t give up its light,

Still burning strong in endless night.

You’re a comet — rare, heartbreakingly bright,

A streak through the soul, too fierce for flight.

I may never again see you face to face,

But you've carved in my soul your sacred place.

Some days I forget, then a scent, a sound,

Pulls me to where you're still around.

Not all love survives, some remains in pain,

A whisper, a wound — a beautiful stain.

Sayonara, my only true love — my muse,

May fate be kind if we ever get to choose.

And should we meet again in another life,

I swear to love you without the strife.

I’ll treat you right if time rewinds,

And hold you close till life resigns.

That vow I make beneath the sky,

To you — the only truth I can’t deny.

Wherever you are, if you look above,

Know there’s a man still drunk in your love.

He cannot lie — there’s no disguise,

You're the one he’ll never revise.

You are sacred history in his book,

An untouchable place no one else can look.

Even if the story reached its end,

You remain the chapter he’ll never amend.

Some stories end, but leave a hue—
Of joy that time can’t quite undo.
You were my storm, my peace, my song—
A merry ache that keeps me strong.