Meant to Be Regret in love haunts the silent moments, the catch in the air, a turn that failed to bring you-a shadow pooling at my feet. the echo of your name dissolving in the dusk. I walk old streets where laughter once lived where every window held a chance, where every open door could have been ours. But the wind forgets your voice, the stars blink and turn away, and in the hollows of my chest, the weight of almosts settles in. you turned and found me waiting