I remain in the silence of the evening, wondering if it still matters now
I remain in the silence of the evening, wondering if it still matters now,
Whether you have forgotten me or if I was meant to forget you,
Because, in the end, what truly mattered wasn't the goodbye,
But the way you stayed, honest and full of love,
Truly present when I needed someone the most,
Like a warm light embracing the shadows at dusk.
Perhaps forgetting isn't the hardest part,
But losing someone real, a living and authentic presence,
A soul that knew how to be there without a mask, without hesitation,
Like an old tree offering shade and shelter on scorching days,
Or like a gentle river singing its story among the stones of time,
A thread connecting hearts lost in search of an answer.
So I sit here, contemplating memories that slip away like sand,
Wondering if your memory will remain alive deep within me,
For what mattered wasn't the departure, but your silent permanence,
Like a forgotten song that still echoes with longing and gratitude,
And perhaps, in forgetting, I find not an end but a beginning of understanding,
That the true loss is the absence of a heart that knew how to be real.
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Dan Enache
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