A Day Yet To Come

I dreamt of you last night, and that's when I knew.
Somewhere in the world's far corner, you had thought of me too.
Maybe written a line, or a couplet of two,
thinking of me fondly, the way you always do.

But as I sit here today, the memories rush...
the love, the comfort, the rich, and the lush.
The feeling of power that came when I was your pair,
me undefeated, ready for any truth and any dare.

I turn the memory book and find our past there.
Such a mix of emotions, a relationship so rare.
The love, the hate, the pain, and the complaints,
a space I believed, with no conditions, no limits, no restraints.

A life with you and me, a friendship unique.
This was meant forever, no need for a tweak.
So that was a journey, long and tender and sweet,
never realizing how we'd come this far to deplete.

The story cut short, we went our separate ways.
There was ego and hurt, and it all eventually plays.
We both had our reasons, to not to walk back,
it was time to leave, it was time for us to pack.

As you sit somewhere far away, know this of me...
I have missed you every day since we let it be.
There has been no replacement for what we had shared,
no other stories since, that I have truly cared.

I would write, but the pride between us is wide.
The same pride that broke us still tells me to hide.
Two stubborn hearts, neither willing to confide,
both calling the silence a place we can abide.

We are softened now, with patience and grace.
The years have carved humility from all we have faced.
You must have grown into a gentler self I always could trace,
and I, far from you, have found my own kinder place.

As I think of you today, I still want the best for you,
to see you winning, to see your truest dreams come true.
May your road be gentle, may grace see you through,
and somewhere quietly, I'll smile at the wins I never knew.