I didn't chase you this time
and maybe that's growth
or maybe it's just exhaustion.
I used to run after things
that didn't want to be held.
this time,
I stayed still.
I let the silence answer for me.
I let your absence
say everything.
and no —
it doesn't feel brave.
it just feels
quiet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem