Never spoke, never tried, The feelings lived, the moments died. Each passing second, a fleeting chance, To build a world from a single glance.

Your voice was music, endearing and rich, Each word a note I longed to hear. But fear held tight, its grip unkind, The weight of doubt chained my mind.

I watched you shine, a distant star, So close to touch, yet still so far. Each step you took, a fading light, A shadow slipping into night.

The paths we crossed, the time we shared, The quiet smiles that said you may have cared. Were they enough? Could they have grown, Into a love I’ll never own?

Now echoes fill the space you leave, A silent heart, a soul that grieves. The chance is gone, the dream has flown, And I am left to walk alone.

Still, in my mind, that glance remains, A fleeting spark amidst the pain. And though I lost the chance to say, I’ll hold those moments every day.

(penned with assistance from AI)