You didn’t slam the door or run
You simply faded with the sun
No final word, no broken cry
Just left the light dimming—why?
You left the light dimming, not out
A soft goodbye, wrapped in doubt
Still flickering in every room
Like we paused before the bloom
You looked once back, not too long
But it burned like a silent song
I replay the way you didn’t stay
Your shadow lingers in the grey
Not a storm, just gentle fade
But somehow louder than the blade