Soft after the Storm

My heart went silent,

there’s no response.

I drift and get lost in my own thoughts.

Your words, they left me numb.

“Your love is just a waste on me”

—tell me, did this really set you free?

& wasn’t it you —

who promised to change my mind,

about love and men and being kind?

I look up with a tired smile

— how could this not be worthwhile?

I said we’ve got time, I was about to stay,

how come it all changed within a single day?

I already thought I’m a master in how to tell.

You said on the surface we tend to choose,

sounds like an easy, bold excuse.

I hope it was worth what you chose to lose.

It was a short-term heartbeat, a unique duet,

now I am a person you once met.

You know

when they ask me

— what you’d fall for?

— what you’d miss?

I answer: this lie mistaken for bliss,

like it was a promise, not someone’s kiss.

Secretly I still wish to see

your reaction standing in front of me.

Being close I thought was always true,

probably more for me than it was for you.

Is there actually a space

—one that misses my warm embrace?

One where you felt safe and sound,

one that made it at least count.

We were honest, only skin,

a way nobody before got in.

I know —

you miss the thrill,

what’s special we intentionally try to kill.

To keep it low, to not regret,

to go back to strangers, like we never met.