I lost my love
I think I lost my love while walking through the city. It may not look like a wallet, a phone, or a key, but it was something I carried every day. I left it somewhere between old memories, quiet streets, and the things I could not say. If you have found a little warmth, a forgotten promise, or a piece of someone’s heart, please leave a message. Maybe love is not truly lost. Maybe it is just waiting to be found again.

