Maybe it's just how life works.
distance stretches,
and people drift into silence,
not out of cruelty,
but out of comfort.
You said, "we'll stay in touch, "
and I believed you.
I waited for birthdays,
for the little check-ins,
for proof that I still crossed your mind.
But the years passed quietly,
and so did you.
through the screen,
through the seasons,
through the space I once held open.
I used to wonder if I cared too much,
if I tried too hard to stay in the hearts of people who only passed through mine.
But maybe that's who I am.
someone who roots for others,
even from the sidelines,
someone who loves quietly,
without demand or deadline.
There are 365 chances in a year
to say hello.
Sixty seconds to show you still remember.
And when the world feels lonely,
you'll know I'm still here not waiting,
but wishing you well,
even from afar.
To the ones who stayed
thank you for keeping the light on.
To the ones who faded
I'll still carry your name softly,
like a prayer whispered
to an old, familiar sky.
I'm learning that not everyone
will meet me halfway,
and that's okay.
Because the love I gave
was never wasted
it simply planted pieces of me
in places I no longer stand.
So if you ever think of me,
just know
I still think of you too.
And even if we never speak again,
please,
remember I existed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem