Do you ever see?
I’m not mad.
I’m the last leaf falling
without wind,
without sound.
I’m not bitter.
I’ve just stopped
watering stones
and calling it love.
I’m not angry.
I’ve just learned
that peace is a door
I can close
without slamming.
I’m not cold.
I’m the ember
that chose not to burn
for hands
that never stayed.
I’m not gone.
I’m just done—
and that,
finally,
is enough.
4 responses to “Done”
Good one. I have questions.
Don’t we all
I’m still subscribed so just to let you know. Not because of anything friend.
Well good to know. Sometimes silence speaks louder and sometimes it remains silent. I’m not a mind reader.