Matilda

 

You slipped through my life like a season that never stayed long enough…

warm, fleeting, impossible to hold.

I told myself it was nothing, that hearts outgrow their ghosts.

But some nights,

your name still hums beneath my breath, familiar as an ache I've learned to live with.

At 3:27 AM, I still find you in the quiet between songs, in the half-written messages I never send.

And with every coffee I sip, a memory stirs… 

the way your laughter once melted the bitter…

how every cup still tastes like almost.

It wasn't love that failed, 

it was timing, it was distance,

it was the way we both looked away when it almost became real.

You faded gently,

but your shadow still fits the shape of my calm.

And maybe that's what love becomes, 

not a person…

just the echo of how it felt to be almost understood.

*Matilda -Harry Styles 🎶*