I wonder when it happened,
When the spark turned into flameless embers?
When your voice lost its magic,
and your touch I imagined felt like thorns?

Was it the day we stopped really talking?
When you stopped being my light?
And I started to feel more like a burden?

I wonder when it happened?
When our love story took a turn?
When the narration changed,
and the pages lost their colors?

But in my heart, I still somewhat believe,
that somewhere in time, we'll find our way back,
to the love that once felt so real,
and to the spark that we've lost.

I remember how my heart would skip a beat
just seeing your name on my phone
I'd play your words in my mind on repeat.

But, maybe it's time to let go..
see what the future brings
for  sometimes the love we chase
is a bird with broken wings.