what we did not become

we were not a story

that forgot how to end,

we were a pause,

long enough to breathe

yet too short to stay.

you were like coming up for fresh air,

it’s like I was drowning and you saved me.

I chose a life

that already knew my name,

and you chose silence

a love so sincere 

it doesn’t make a sound.

if there is any mercy in this,

it’s that we couldn't break

what we never claimed.

and if I miss you, 

let it be gently,

like missing a window

after learning how to breathe outside.

there's many kind of love,

this is the one that doesn’t ask for possession,

or a future,

it simply exists, quietly, with respect.

it was never meant to turn into something we shouldn’t become.

not the kind that crosses lines,

only the kind that wishes you well,

even from a distance.