I held you like breath,

As if your absence had made me feel dead.

Not death in the body, cold and silent—
But in the soul, the heart, the will.

You were the sun that lit up my sky,

An echo in my silent cries.

I chased your shadow every day,

Long after you had walked away.

I held your smile in my chest,

As if I had found rest.

The way you smiled, the words you said—
They danced inside my head.

Every morning came, yet you stayed—
Not in my life, but in the shadow.

The scent you wore, the way you spoke,

Became chains that I never broke.

I wrote your name in folded books,

Looked for you in the eyes of strangers.

Every corner we once knew
Now had a ghost that I called my own.

Time moved on, but I stood there,
Stuck in memories I couldn't erase.

The world kept spinning, and unknowingly
I was frozen in the air.

You left in silence, not a word,

No closure in the air I heard.

No letter, no message, no final call—
The distance you gave your all to.

But slowly, the pain began to fade,

Its edges were soft, its scale thin.

I found a peace beneath the storm,

A different kind of love took shape.

In my quiet walks,
In cups of coffee and evening talks.

In books, in the sky, in the morning light—
In learning how to sleep at night.

My heart, once wild with grief and anger,
slowly turned to a new page.

No longer caged by your choices,
it bloomed again like a spring rose.

The tears dried—not all at once—
but one by one, as I endured the months.

Until one day, without a single stab,
your name meant something temporary.

I didn’t check your posts or your page,
I didn’t measure love by guilt or age.

I didn’t believe I would get another chance—
I finally let go of that disappearing dance.

Letting go is not failure—
it’s not bitter, it’s not sweet.

It’s a peaceful, sacred transition—
a gentle wave, a necessary lift.

I gathered the notes I had kept,

the nights I’d broken down, the times I’d cried.

I held on to love, let go of pain—
because I knew it was at stake.

To hold on too long is to drown.

In dreams that drag you down.

But does letting go? It sets you free
To know what love really is.

Now I laugh, not out of hate,

But from a place that knows light.

I see your face in the stream of memories,

But it no longer steals my dreams.

You were a chapter, deep and wide,
But not the end where hopes reside.

You taught me how to lose, how to grow—
How strength is found in letting go.

You were the spark, but I am the flame.

I burned, then I rose—I am not the same.

The pain you gave me, it taught me this:

Where endings kiss, that healing begins.

So here I stand with open arms,

Not looking for your lost warnings.
But welcoming what is yet to come—
The song, the beat, the drum that I sing.

Because the heart, when taught with care,

can bloom again from pure despair.

Now, with the light that was once sorrow,

it knows the grace of letting go.