Whispers of Who I Used to Be

I moved on from you, that chapter’s closed,

A book I shelved, its pages exposed.

But even as I walk this path anew,

The past still whispers — though not of you.

I don't miss your voice, your touch, your name,

The way you loved, or played love's game.

But echoes linger, faint yet strong,

Not for you—but for where I belong.

I miss the girl who laughed so free,

Her joy was boundless, wild as the sea.

She danced through storms, her heart unchained,

Her soul untarnished, her light unstained.

I miss her dreams, so bold, so wide,

The sparkle that she couldn't hide.

The faith she held in life's sweet grace,

The glow that time cannot replace.

The way her eyes lit up with fire,

The way she chased her heart's desire.

The girl who trusted, pure, naive,

Who never learned what it means to grieve.

It’s not you I seek in quiet nights,

But her—the girl untouched by fights.

Before she learned what loss could do,

Before she broke... because of you.

I moved on, but she’s still there,

A shadow framed in memories' glare.

I long to find her where she stands—

Before life stole her dreams from my hands.

I’m healing now, piece by piece,

Finding my way, reclaiming peace.

But sometimes in the dark, alone,

I hear her laugh—a fleeting tone.

No, I don’t miss you; that flame has died.

I miss the girl I was inside.

The one who lived without regret—

A part of me I can’t forget.