fading away

fadg away

two months ago,

I was afraid this would happen.

I held the thought

like it was permanent.

but everything leaves,

doesn’t it?

the anger from five minutes ago,

the thing I swore I’d never forgive,

the ache I thought would stay forever,

gone.

not dramatically.

not with a goodbye.

just quietly,

while I was busy becoming someone else.

maybe that is the strangest thing

about being alive:

how something can feel

like the whole world

until it doesn’t.

how we keep breaking ourselves

over things

that were already

on their way out.