Some Stories Like Ours

You were never mine                 
nor was I yours
we never truly belonged to each other
not in any sense of the word.
Yet there was always an invisible string
connecting us both
woven from the fabric of our half-formed dreams.
Sometimes it gets me,
when memories of you flicker in my mind
like old film reels in a dusty attic,
what would have been
if you were the one?
if we had been the ones to defy fate.
If only the invisible thread hadn’t frayed,
if only the stars had whispered a different ending.
No answers will ever be given,
even though both of us wondered,
entangled in the what-ifs
but never daring to leap.
We waited for each other,
at times,
hearts attempting to sync
but the timing was always off,
always missing each other by hair
like two ships drifting apart
in the murky night.
But, some stories are not meant to be penned,
only daydreamed and half-remembered,
like faded postcards from a place we never visited.
And some loves, after all, are never meant to be seen,
only etched into the sky, only remembered by the moon and the stars.