What Really Happened to Us?

“What Really Happened to Us?

- A Spoken Word by a Heart Once Lit

My yesterday love…

what really happened to us?

We were fire...

before we even struck the match.

A spark so wild so hot -

it could’ve boiled an egg on a winter morning,

melted glaciers with just one look,

burned logic down to ash with a kiss not yet delivered.

But somehow…

we let it slip.

We let it vanish.

Like smoke swallowed

by a jealous wind that didn’t want us to win.

Paradoxical, wasn’t it?

Beautifully strange…

how a fire could scorch the soul

but never even light the room.

We were steam without the kettle.

Thunder without rain.

A poem that never found its pen.

We danced—

right at the edge of a beginning,

twirling on the cliff of “maybe,”

and tasted the sugar

of something that might’ve been love.

But then—

it disappeared.

Suddenly.

Abruptly.

Like God hit pause…

and forgot to press play again.

Hot.

Fleeting.

Electric.

And just like that—gone.

So what really happened?

Was it fear?

Was it timing?

Was it that we were too much,

too soon,

too fast

for a world not ready for our kind of flame?

Or maybe—

just maybe—

it was the village people.

You know them.

The spiritual gossipers.

The midnight council of jealous tongues

and ancestral Wi-Fi.

Yes…

maybe it wasn’t you.

Maybe it wasn’t me.

Maybe it was the ones who whisper behind closed doors,

the ones who don’t clap when love tries to rise.

Maybe it was the ones who feared what we could become.

Still…

I wonder.

In the quiet,

when the night remembers your name—

do you feel the heat of what never fully burned?

Because I do.