I didn’t whisper the word love, love,
but it lived in the spaces between my silence.
We were lovers, once tangled in time,
woven between longing and unspoken lines.
I thought you were mine this life, a thousand before but love is a river, never still at its core.
I carry you softly, not as a weight,
but a thread unspooled, surrendered to fate.
The wind takes what it will, the tide pulls away,
time reweaving love in its own quiet way.
I walk away, not for lack of care
but because I found myself standing there.
Alone in the mirror, whole and new,
with love not just for us, but for me too.
No regrets, no chains, no need to hold on,
what was once ours has already moved on.
So I leave you with love, with nothing to keep,
just echoes of us, where the memories sleep.
And though our roads stretch far and wide,
I’ll smile at the thought of you by my side.
Not as my lover, not in my arms,
but as a lesson, a light, a once burning flame