I didn’t leave in anger, or because love was gone I left because staying would’ve asked me to abandon myself There was a small scene, my last words that meant to be understood Carrying the meaning that not all connections are meant to be continued I took my feelings with me — carefully, like returning borrowed books before they’re damaged If I ever crossed your mind, I hope it’s warm and gentle Not as a loss, but as something that passed through your life without hurting it Some endings don’t need to be loud — But to be real.
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