One day might be the last time we walk these streets together,
our footsteps falling into a rhythm only we understand,
no thought of endings, just the sound of pavement beneath us.
One day might be the last time we share a quiet cup of coffee,
steam rising, our words soft and familiar,
as if there would always be mornings like this.
One day might be the last time we sit in silence,
our hearts speaking louder than any words,
the space between us full of all that’s unspoken.
One day might be the last time we laugh so freely,
as if the world were a joke we’d figured out,
not realizing it was the final punchline.
One day might be the last time we catch the sunset together,
colors spilling across the sky, just like before,
but never quite the same.
One day will be the last day I show up for you,
because somewhere in the space of all those days,
there was a time I needed you to show up for me,
and you weren’t there.