If I still love you,
should I say it out loud?
Or should I let it rest quietly,
like a trace of sunlight left on my shoulder?
Some things don’t need to be spoken,
because just thinking of them
already hurts enough.
Like hearing an old song again —
you still know every note,
but you no longer have the courage to sing along.
I still remember you —
softly,
the way one remembers the scent of a café
where they once sat with someone
on a rainy afternoon.
It doesn’t ache anymore,
but sometimes,
when the wind passes by,
my heart sinks just a little.
If I still love you,
I won’t look for you,
won’t send a message.
I’ll just keep one quiet wish in my heart —
that you are at peace.
Because some loves
don’t need to end in pain.
They only need enough tenderness
to stop
while the heart
still cares.
