Letras
I left a note in the margin
Of a life I tried to cross out
You underlined it in silence
And kept it there like doubt
A mark too faint to mention
But permanent all the same
The trace damage
We never learned to name
We loved like scribbled letters
Folded smudged and worn
Read too many times
Till the meaning was torn
If I go back it's not for healing
Just to stand in the ache
Like watching your breath
In the dark for its shape
And if I fade
Let me fade with purpose
A soft dissonance
In the noise we surface
No clean endings
Just the echo we leave
Just the pressure
That won't let you breathe