There’s a moment in the stillness
when the wind no longer calls your name,
and the weight of the world feels softer,
like a memory that’s slipped from your hands.
I’ve watched myself disappear,
not in grand gestures or in the dark of night,
but in the quiet pauses between breaths —
when no one’s looking, and no one cares.
The city hums with lives I’ll never touch,
but here I am, a ghost in the sunlight,
fading with the colors of the evening sky,
where love once lingered, then dissolved like smoke.
They ask, “Where did you go?”
But I’ve always been right here,
slowly untangling from the threads of their gaze,
one step at a time, until I am nothing more
than the whisper of a thought they forgot to hold.
No need to leave in haste,
no need for words of goodbye —
I vanish in the spaces they never searched,
finding peace in becoming
the shadow of what I once was.
