I wrote your name in morning dew,
Hoping the sky would carry it through.
Each whisper carved in breathless air,
Fell silent where you wouldn't care.
I traced your shadow on my wall,
And dreamed you'd turn around and fall.
But silence grew where love should bloom,
A rose that never found its room.
You walked with grace, aloof, alone,
A heart encased in guarded stone.
While mine beat loud in open light,
Yours vanished softly into night.
No fault was yours for standing still,
Not every heart bends to another’s will.
You owed me not your flame or fire,
Just peace beneath a lost desire.
I danced in hope, you watched the rain,
Unafraid to let me love in vain.
The pain you gave was sharp but fair,
A lesson dressed in midnight air.
No cruel word, no venomed breath,
Just quiet absence - soft as death.
And in that hush, I came to see:
You are not less for not choosing me.
I’ll raise no curse, nor drag your name,
For love unshared still burns the same.
Your silence was your final line
I leave it now, no longer mine.
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