You came — gentle as the wind,
and left — silent as a cloud.
No promises,
no farewells,
only two paths crossing
in a brief moment when the universe softly smiled.
I used to wonder —
if I had held on a little tighter,
if I had said something different,
would anything have changed?
But perhaps,
what belongs to the wind cannot be kept,
and what belongs to the cloud
was never meant to stay.
Sometimes, when the sky turns impossibly clear,
I look up, searching for a cloud
that carries a familiar shape,
and somewhere inside me,
a small wind stirs —
reminding me that some people
do not come to stay,
only to teach us
what a moment of peace feels like.
