I remember when the world felt smaller,

Like everything important lived between our hands.

I remember that time you caught me staring,

Smiling like you finally understood my plans.

I remember your face in that trembling light,

As if the room exhaled just to give you space.

I remember what you said in a whisper-

A promise soft enough to change the shape of days.

Memory never asks permission;

It returns like a tide that knows my name.

I remember how you looked when you loved me,

Like I was something rare, something worth choosing.

I remember your scent on my hoodie for weeks,

A map of moments I keep losing.

I remember the beginning-slow, electric, unreal,

The way it felt too big to understand.

And I remember their reaction, the shock, the fear,

Like love was something too bright for them to stand.

I remember the way they looked at us-

Half warning, half envy, half something unsaid.

I remember the silence after the arguments,

Where every truth felt heavier than it read.

I remember the night you asked if we’d make it,

And I answered with a heart still learning how to stay.

I remember you turning toward the doorway,

A shadow caught between goodbye and “maybe someday.”

Not all endings feel like endings,

Until the echo outlasts the sound.

I remember how you looked when you loved me,

And how you looked the moment you began to fade.

I remember your scent like a season returning,

Warmth I’m still pretending I’ve obeyed.

I remember the beginning-bright, impossible, true,

A spark I keep replaying in my chest.

I remember their reaction-every doubt they threw,

But you were always louder than the rest.

I remember

Every unfinished sentence,

Every almost-answer,

Every choice I couldn’t make in time.

I remember

How the truth kept circling us,

Waiting for one of us

To let it in and not decline.

I remember how you looked when you loved me,

And I hope you felt the same from me somehow.

I remember your scent, your hands, your laughter-

All the ways I still remember you now.

I remember the beginning like a fire without end,

But endings teach the part you never see.

I remember, I remember-

And maybe that’s the part of you still living here in me.