It used to hurt when I heard your name,
used to feel like it meant the same.
Now it's quiet, no reaction, no fire,
no pulling me back into your wire.
You're just a memory passing through,
not something I belong to or knew.
And that's the first time it feels real—
not what I lost, but what I feel.
I don't shake, I don't bend, I don't break,
I don't confuse love with mistake.
You're not a wound that stays alive—
you're just a reason I survived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem