Some love stories don’t break, they drift into the realm of what if. Maybe Next Time is a soft, aching surrender to a connection that feels destined yet doomed. With heartbreaking honesty, this poem explores the paradox of mutual love that simply can’t survive in this lifetime. It’s for the ones who believe in soulmates, timing, and the quiet pain of letting go; not because you want to, but because you have to. This is love that lingers. Love that haunts. Love that ponders, another life.