Between Hope and Heartache

A cycle of poems «Your Kiss Tasted Like a Late-Night Regret»

Your voice still hums in midnight rain,
A sweet refrain I can’t contain.
I’m caught in tides I can’t outrun -
Between hope… and heartache… and you.

I dial your number, hang too fast,
Afraid you’ve moved on from the past.
But then your laugh leaks through my dreams -
And drags me back to what it means.

I’m stranded between hope and heartache,
Where every “maybe” starts to break.
One text from you - I’m flying high;
One day of silence - watch me die.
You’re the calm inside my stormy sea,
The wound that won’t let go of me.
I love you still, I always will -
But I don’t know if you feel it still.

You left in spring, said, “Give us space,”
With tears like stars upon your face.
I packed your books, kept your coat,
Held your ghost inside my throat.
Said you needed time to breathe -
But time’s just stretched this ache beneath.
Now I live in “what if” land,
With your name still in my hands.

I see your shadow in the crowd,
My heart still shouts your name out loud.
You smile at someone else - it stings…
But still, I dream of wedding rings.

I’m stranded between hope and heartache,
Where every “maybe” starts to break.
One text from you - I’m flying high;
One day of silence - watch me die.
You’re the calm inside my stormy sea,
The wound that won’t let go of me.
I love you still, I always will -
But I don’t know if you feel it still.

I tried to date, I tried to move -
But no one fits the way you do.
They talk of plans, of futures bright…
But all I see is your soft light.
You’re in my coffee, in my song,
In every place I don’t belong.
I’m half a man without your grace -
Just waiting for your warm embrace.

Maybe love’s not meant to be
A straight road - it’s mystery.
A push, a pull, a silent fight
Between the dark and morning light.
And if you’re out there wondering too…
If I’m the one who’s meant for you -
Then meet me where the feelings bend…
Before this ache becomes the end.

I’m stranded between hope and heartache,
Where every heartbeat starts to shake.
One word from you - I’d run for miles;
One “no” - and I’ll survive… for a while.
You’re the prayer I whisper late,
The love I can’t escape or hate.
I love you still, I always will -
Just tell me… do you love me still?

So I’ll keep standing in this space,
Where longing meets your gentle face.
Not begging - just believing true…
That someday, love, you’ll choose me too.
Between hope…
And heartache…
I wait.