Lyric

I set the glass down

Softer than before

Did not say your name

Did not watch the door

I used to keep fire

Ready in my chest

Now it sits lower

Doing less

People call that healing

I let them be wrong

Some heat goes quiet

When it stays too long

I do not shake now

I do not explain

But my hands remember

The shape of the flame

You would not know

From the way I speak

How much of the burn

Settled underneath

You would call it peace

If you saw me tonight

But some things go cold

Without turning right

I did not forgive it

I only got quiet

Let the fire lose its name

But not the shape inside it

I did not release it

I only stood still

Let the smoke leave the room

While the heat stayed sealed

No raised voice

No broken plate

Just a colder kind

Of carrying weight

You might call that gone

You might call that through

I only left the anger

Low enough to cool

Time made the story

Easier to tell

Took out the shaking

Left in the shell

I do not hate you

The way I once could

That is not mercy

That is just wood

Something in me

Dried where it burned

Now I touch kindness

After I turn

I hear a silence

Too close to yours

And my whole body

Finds the old floor

You would not see

Where the mark still stays

It does not glow now

It only weighs

You would call it done

From across the room

But ash can stay warm

Under the bloom

I did not forgive it

I only got quiet

Let the fire lose its name

But not the shape inside it

I did not release it

I only stood still

Let the smoke leave the room

While the heat stayed sealed

No raised voice

No broken plate

Just a colder kind

Of carrying weight

You might call that gone

You might call that through

I only left the anger

Low enough to cool

It was not forgiveness

Just anger left to cool

A flame with no witness

A lesson with no rule

It was not a pardon

Not a softer truth

Only a lower weather

Moving under proof

I stopped rehearsing

What I should have said

Not because it healed

But because it spread

Into my breathing

Into my sleep

Into the way

I choose what to keep

I did not forgive it

I only got quiet

Let the fire lose its name

But not the shape inside it

I did not release it

I only stood still

Let the smoke leave the room

While the heat stayed sealed

No raised voice

No broken plate

Just a colder kind

Of carrying weight

You might call that gone

You might call that through

I only left the anger

Low enough to cool

I set the glass down

Nothing spills

Some anger cools

And stays anger still