Window Lights and What-Ifs

The window lights

They flicker slow

Casting shadows where dreams won’t go

A city whispers

A quiet hum

What-if questions

They always come

Your voice lingers in the air I breathe

Soft as the night

But it won’t leave

A melody of could’ve beens

Playing over the skyline’s sins

Window lights and what-ifs collide

In the space where my fears reside

Every glow feels like a sign

But the truth stays just out of line

The glass is cold

My hand’s unsure

Tracing lines that won’t endure

The night’s a mirror

Reflecting you

And every what-if I thought I knew

Curtains sway like a silent plea

To let go of the ghost of “we”

But the streetlights hum your name

And I’m caught in this endless game

Window lights and what-ifs collide

In the space where my fears reside

Every glow feels like a sign

But the truth stays just out of line

Some truths never shine