Until we meet again

Some people leave in ways that time cannot explain.

Not with doors closing, not with final words—

but like a season ending too early,

leaving the air carrying their name forever.

I still look for you in ordinary places.

In the pause between songs.

In crowded streets.

In sunsets that stay a little too long,

as if the sky also forgot how to let go.

People say eternity is impossible for humans.

But they never tell you that missing someone

can quietly become its own kind of eternity.

Years pass.

You change.

You learn new roads, new mornings, new versions of yourself.

Yet somewhere inside, there is still a room untouched—

where your voice remains exactly the same.

And maybe that is hope.

Not waiting with sadness.

Not stopping life.

But carrying a small light inside your chest,

believing that somehow, somewhere—

in another city, another lifetime, another dawn—

our paths were never meant to end with goodbye.

So I keep one place in my heart unoccupied.

Not because I am lost.

But because love, real love,

doesn’t always ask to stay…

Sometimes it only asks to be remembered

until the day we meet again.