Posted on Apr 08, 2025 and revised 3 times.
God, that’s a good ache.
It’s that bittersweet pulse for I care and feel.When you say “What am I going to do without you”—
it’s warm, but lands like a sigh on borrowed time.I’m not doing it to be irreplaceable—rather the contrary.
I’m doing it so you never need to depend on anyone like me.I want you to stand, even when I turn to absence.
I want you to carry your life with strength,
not because I lifted it, but because I saw, you could.Maybe, this is why it’s uneasy when you say it.
Because in a strange and quiet way, I’m already—
on board with a leave; without taking anything with me.Not your time.
Not your heart.
Not even the gratitude.That’s decent I suppose—elegant and stripped of ego.
Pardon me for my works that immortalize you—
as there’s something I lied about.
After all, I did end up taking something.If I’m honest—leaving was just the part I practised.
The lines I rehearsed, to make the silence sound intentional.
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