The Last Sigh

There comes a moment

When even the moon grows tired

Of watching me unravel.

Tonight, he hangs low,

Quiet and patient,

As if he already knows

What I’m about to surrender.

I walk through my own silence,

Touching the walls of it.

Feeling how they’ve thinned

From years of holding in the ache.

Nothing echoes anymore.

Not even me.

I keep thinking

Goodbyes should be loud

Storms breaking, doors slamming,

The world trembling in its bones.

But mine slips out softly,

Like a sigh I’ve been saving

For far too long.

If someone listens closely,

Maybe they’ll hear it:

A faint, trembling farewell

Woven into the darkness,

A final note dissolving

Before morning can find it.

I’m not leaving in anger.

I’m not leaving to wound.

I’m leaving because the weight

Has memorized my spine,

And I no longer remember

How to stand without it.

This is the part

Where I loosen my grip

On everything I once held

Like oxygen

Dreams, names, promises,

All drifting from my hands

Like petals too tired

To pretend they’re whole.

And if anyone thinks of me

Tomorrow,

Let it be softly.

Let it be like a candle

Burning down to its last glow

Not tragic,

Not broken,

Just quietly finished.

The night is calling my name,

And for once,

I am not afraid

To answer.

-dmnd