What If?
What if, I decide to leave,
Like a whispering breeze at dusk,
Gently slipping through the cracks,
While you remain, a storm of strife?
To cease the worry for your well-being,
To stop asking if you could prosper,
To let go of the weight of hope,
And find solace in the silence,
Where forgiveness lingers, unclaimed.
So there’s no longer a “what if,”
Just the quiet of my own heart,
As I gather the pieces of me,
And step into the unknown,
Where nothing more is left to give.
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