The Playlist of Our End

A cycle of poems «Your Melody of Heartache»

I pressed play on a memory we never meant to keep…
Now every note cuts deeper than the words you couldn’t speak.
It starts with laughter, ends in rain -
Our love song’s just a slow goodbye refrain.

We danced barefoot on summer nights,
To songs that burned like firelight.
You sang off-key, I laughed too loud,
Wrapped in a reckless, golden cloud.

Your hand in mine, your head on my shoulder,
Promises made in June, grown colder.
We swore that time would never win -
But here we are… where do we begin?

Now every track feels like a crime,
A frozen moment out of time.
I skip the ones that call your name -
But heartbreak always hits the same.

This is the playlist of our end,
Every beat a broken friend.
From "First Kiss" to "Last Goodbye,"
Each song knows the reason why.
I hit repeat, then turn it low -
‘Cause missing you still hurts too slow.

That coffee shop still plays our tune,
The one we claimed beneath the moon.
I walk right past, I don’t go in -
Too many ghosts beneath the din.

I found your hoodie in my drawer,
Still smells like storms and something more.
I wear it when the nights are long,
Like holding on to what went wrong.

You said we changed, we grew apart -
But love doesn’t die from lack of heart.
It drowns in silence, slow and deep,
In all the words we failed to keep.

Now every chorus pulls me under,
Like waves that drag me back to wonder:
What if I’d stayed? What if you’d tried?
But endings don’t care how we cried.

This is the playlist of our end,
Every beat a broken friend.
From "First Kiss" to "Last Goodbye,"
Each song knows the reason why.
I hit repeat, then turn it low -
‘Cause missing you still hurts too slow.

Maybe someday I’ll delete it all -
The mixtape, memories, the fall.
But not tonight. Not while the pain
Still sings your name like sweetest rain.

And maybe love was never meant
To last beyond the years we spent.
But God, it felt like forever then…
And forever lingers in when.

So I’ll let this final song unwind,
The one we loved but left behind.
It fades to static… then to peace…
And for the first time -
I don’t reach.
I release.

The playlist ends.
And so do we.