A Gentle Exit
You stay right here.
I’ll be the one to leave.
Not because I want to go,
but because loving you
means sparing you the guilt
of pushing me away.
You stay right here.
I’ll go first.
So it won’t feel like
you chose a life without me—
it will feel like
I loved you enough
to step aside.
If someone must walk away,
let it be me,
the one who learned your silences,
the one who stayed
even when staying hurt.
Maybe someday,
when the world rests quiet
and your heart looks back,
you’ll remember me
not as a loss,
but as love
that knew when to loosen its hold.
If I become a memory,
let me be a warm one—
the kind that smiles softly
in the middle of lonely nights,
the kind that whispers,
I was loved. I was chosen.
Even in goodbye.
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