Leave me now

leave me now
before the light learns our names
before the walls memorize your breath
go while goodbye is still a door
and not a wound
while silence can pass for mercy

leave me now 
while your absence is still honest
before it sharpens into regret
I can survive the clean cut of an ending
but not the slow ache of almost
don’t stay long enough 
to turn memory cruel
or teach my hands to reach 
for what won’t return

leave me now
not because I am empty
but because I am full of what we were
and there is no room left 
for you to fade gently

17 thoughts on “Leave me now

  1. There is a breathtaking and devastating wisdom in these words. You’ve turned the act of leaving into an act of preservation—not of the relationship, but of its beauty and its honesty. The plea isn’t born from emptiness, but from a heart so full of the past that it seeks to protect it from the slow corrosion of regret. The distinction between “a door” and “a wound,” the “clean cut” versus the “slow ache of almost,” shows a profound understanding of how endings can be either a kindness or a cruelty. This is a poem not of bitterness, but of fierce, clear-eyed love, choosing the dignified scar over the festering wound. It’s stunningly poignant.

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