With an Open Heart

With an Open Heart

I write these words, so heavy with regret,

A heart full of silence, too long unmet.

Time has passed, yet your absence remains,

A void within me, a silent refrain.

I’ve hurt you, failed you, loved in the wrong ways,

My silences louder than words I could say.

Mistakes left their mark, apologies too late,

But today, I speak from a heart full of weight.

Not a day goes by without your name in my mind,

What we were, what we could still find.

Your laugh, your voice, the way you saw the world,

Still in me, your image unfurled.

I regret not being there when you needed my care,

Not listening enough, not knowing how to be fair.

I failed to love with the softness you deserved,

And now I know the price of love unobserved.

Love is not just grand gestures, not just the show,

But tenderness, presence, and letting it grow.

It’s in the quiet moments, the touch we share,

Not in the silence I left hanging in air.

I don’t ask for forgiveness, not today,

Nor for you to return, or for the past to stay.

I ask only that these words find your heart,

And know they come from a place, torn apart.

You mattered, you still do, in ways I couldn’t show,

Losing “us” taught me what it means to truly know.

To love is to face the wrongs we’ve made,

To hope and to heal, though hearts may have frayed.

If one day, you find a way to let me in,

Even a small place, where love could begin,

I’ll treasure it more than words could say,

And hold it close, never letting it stray.

But if that day never comes, let this be clear,

Loving you was the truest thing I held dear.

These words I leave, like a letter on a door,

With the hope that you’ll understand, and maybe, once more…

Know the love that still lives in me,

In every word, in every plea.