You are my favorite dream,
a painted dusk in twilight's gleam.
A love that shimmered, soft and bright,
yet slipped away like fading light.

You are my favorite wish unmade,
a whispered hope that slowly swayed.
A falling star, a fleeting glow,
a fire I lit but let the winds blow.

You are my favorite almost there,
a breath too hushed, a love too rare.
The words that danced but never flew,
a last goodbye I never knew.

You are my favorite stolen glance,
a spark denied a second chance.
A fire that flickered in the night,
then faded fast, devoid of light.

You are my favorite song unsung,
a melody that grips my tongue.
A tune unfinished, left to roam,
a chorus lost without a home.

You are my favorite verse erased,
a love on sand, that waves replaced.
A story trapped in lines unseen,
a could-have-been in a might-have-been.

You are my favorite "not this time,"
a love still traced in heart only mine.
A path untaken, locked away,
where echoes of us long to stay.

And if the stars could realign,
if fate allowed your hand in mine,
would we embrace and rewrite our past,
or watch again slid away too fast?

No matter how the seasons spin,
no matter where the tides begin,
you'll always be my sweetest rift,
my favorite almost, my cutest what if.