I miss you in the quiet wreckage of my heart, when sorrow curls its fingers around my ribs, when the night feels too wide, too hollow, and I whisper your name like a prayer to the wind. You were the shield between me and the storm, the hands that steadied my trembling world. But I fumbled—I lost you, and now the silence hums with the weight of regret. I cried when you left, not once, not twice, but in the countless ways absence can break a soul. Years have passed, but time is a cruel healer, stitching wounds with memories that never fade. I still hold the words you left behind, ink pressed to paper, soft with touch, as if the weight of your love still lingers there, as if distance never unraveled our thread. You carried our bond across oceans, never letting it slip, never letting it fray. Did you move on, build a new sky, while I stayed beneath the shadow of ours? Come back—if fate is kind, if stars align, if love can still find its way through time. Until then, I will keep you in the echoes, in the spaces between heartbeats, in the quiet wreckage of my soul. -lai