Maybe you don’t know

Maybe you don’t know,
but sometimes I sit alone in the park,
silent,
watching the wind carry no answers.
I get lost in memories,
in everything that could have been different.

I think of the choices I never made,
of the words I should’ve swallowed
and the ones I should’ve spoken with more tenderness.
I think of our laughter,
our arguments,
and those moments that hurt now
because they can never happen again.

The past won’t let me go.
It’s a part of me,
of who I am,
even if it aches to carry it.

Maybe you don’t know,
but there are nights I cry myself to sleep.
It hurts, not just that I hurt you...
but that you hurt me too.
Our friendship broke.
And no,
it can’t be fixed.

There’s a crack in the middle of what we were,
deep as an abyss,
quiet as pride.
And though I try to move on,
it still hurts—because I loved you.
I loved you more than you ever knew.

We let each other down.
You let me down.
And I let you down even more.

And now…
we’re just strangers
who once told each other “take care.”
I used to tell you everything.
I used to love you with my eyes closed.
But now, when I look back,
I wonder if you ever truly did the same for me.

Maybe you don’t know,
but I think about you every day.
And I wonder—
what would’ve become of us
if things had ended differently?