Almost Called Love

I met you like a quiet rain,

soft, unexpected, yet somehow known.

A warmth that settled in my chest,

a spark i never meant to hold.

We spoke and time bent,

moments stretching, folding into something real.

Five days, your touch like a secret,

fingertips tracing promises we didn’t dare to speak.

The night held us, breath and skin,

whispers tangled in the dark.

I felt you, closer than a memory,

like something i wasn’t ready to lose.

Too soon, too fast, too much to dream,

but tell me, do you feel it too?

A whisper, a promise, an almost love,

waiting for a chance to bloom.

- to Mr. Nice Guy on February 2025

Fleeting Flames

When your hands held mine, the world fell quiet

The glow of a soft, endless spring

We whispered truths beneath the moonlight

A fleeting spark, a fragile thing

But the breeze grew cold, your voice a haze

And shadows danced where fire once blazed

Your warmth lingered like a faint perfume

A promise stitched in the seams of bloom

Those fireflies, they burned so bright

Flickering dreams in the warmth of night

But morning came, your spark dissolved

A quiet ache, a hope unsolved

The sparks that lingered in the air

A fleeting dream we couldn’t share

You gave me hope and left it there

A ghost of love that went nowhere

Our whispered vows in stolen time

Now echoes in an empty rhyme

The glow i saw within your eyes

A fleeting truth turned to lies

Was it just me who fell too fast?

Caught in a moment we knew wouldn’t last

I opened the door, you walked away

The chaos whispered and i couldn't stay

The spark still lingers in my veins

A hollow warmth that love remains

And though the night still calls your name

The fire died and i'm to blame

- am i your backburner?