lately,
i've been down—
and i don't understand
why it still haunts me.
i thought
this would be
the last time.
i was ready
to move on,
but there was
one last storm
i didn’t account for.
i know—
pain isn’t linear,
and sometimes,
the thunder rolls
before the rain
takes form.
but love
was never meant
to last,
not today,
not tomorrow—
not even
if you asked.
so baby,
i ask of you:
let this love
live in the past.
there won’t be
a final act—
just two hearts
moving forward,
intact.
let this love (live in the past)
a quiet goodbye.
not out of anger—just out of finally knowing when to let go.
this one’s about the storm you didn’t see coming,
the closure you had to create yourself,
and the kind of love that’s better left behind.