MAROON MEMOIR

Sometimes I hope to see you again,

on some random day,

in a place where fate decides to cross our paths once more.

I imagine what it would feel like—

seeing your face,

hearing your voice,

and feeling that rush of everything we used to be.

But at the same time, I’m scared.

Scared of how you’d react.

Would you smile when you see me?

Would you look me in the eyes and hug me?

Or would you walk past me,

like I’m just another stranger,

mesmerized by your beauty?

I tried to steady myself.

Tried to speak,

to reach out to you.

But you just walked past,

like we were strangers.

And as you did, memories flooded back,

like the wind rushing through the sky.

I imagined myself trying to gather my composure,

turning back,

watching you walk farther and farther away.

And that’s when I realized—

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞.

Just me, missing what we once had,

the friendship we used to love.

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝑭𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒚.