“Somewhere, We Almost Were”

I saw you

in the pause between red lights —

in the song that skipped to the chorus

before I was ready.

You exist now

in soft echoes,

in the air right before I fall asleep,

in the quiet car rides where my heart still knows your name

but no longer says it out loud.

You were never cruel.

Just not ready.

And I was too much of everything

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you didn’t know how to hold.

Sometimes I wonder

if you ever sit in traffic,

radio low,

thinking of what we might’ve been

if timing had been kinder.

But I don’t wait for that anymore.

I drive forward now.

Ring on my hand,

moonlight in my rearview,

and just enough peace

to let you go

each time you come back

in memory.