But my world fell apart, and all they could do, the whole universe, was to silently move on.

And they can’t understand, what hurts more— Missing the other person, or pretending not to.

Someday, even my existence would be felt.

How could she be someone’s mistake?

In that silence, I dream to be.

It’s a poem, of our love, that doesn’t rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end.