I have your number, but I’ll never call. Fingers hover, trembling—yet they fall. Your name sits silent on my screen, A haunting ghost of what could’ve been. I know your favorite dish to eat, But I’ll never cook it, taste defeat. The places you loved, I’ll never go, For they echo the warmth I’ll never know. We’re strangers now, with faces known Carrying whispers we’ve never shown. Everything about you etched in my mind, Yet nothing between us no ties that bind. Scared? Resigned? Who could say?