Lyric

The last word waits

On a silent screen

My hands stay near

But do not move

Night holds its breath

Over the table

One line of light

Across my wrist

I could make it

Small and careful

Soft enough

To seem like grace

But even mercy

Can ask too much

When it arrives

At someone’s peace

I will not open

What you closed

I will not ask

Where I should go

I can end this

Without making you

Hold the weight

Of my goodbye

There is a version

Where I send it

Where your quiet

Has to turn

Where your morning

Lifts its head

Because my sorrow

Wanted room

I have done enough

With wanting

I have crossed enough

With need

So I let the sentence

Stay beside me

Like a door

I will not touch

I will not open

What you closed

I will not ask

Where I should go

I can end this

Without making you

Hold the weight

Of my goodbye

This is not weakness

This is my hand

Learning how

To leave you whole

This is not silence

Made of fear

This is care

With no return

If love is left

It can stay here

Without becoming

Your burden again

I do not need

The final word

To prove

That it was real

I will not open

What you closed

I will not ask

Where I should go

I can end this

Without making you

Hold the weight

Of my goodbye

I could send

The last word

I leave it

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