SeasonsPast

I learned the art of keeping clocks alive

Winding hours that were never mine

Polished silence fed the dark

Called it devotion called it time

I wore the weight of ordinary days

Turned need into a practiced grace

You mistook the giving hand

For something that would never ache

There’s a difference hard to name

Between sustaining and decay

Some things rot in open air

Some rot dressed as faith

I don’t break

I refine

Leave the excess behind

What you touched

What you spent

Was the future I resigned

I don’t rage

I release

Like a season past its lease

What you wanted wasn’t love

It was access it was ease

You spoke in currencies I didn’t trade

Soft exchanges borrowed praise

Every door you learned to open

Led you further from my name

I kept the house from caving in

Held the shape you couldn’t live

Funny how survival looks

Like surrender from within

Care is quiet care is slow

Until it learns it’s being sold

What I thought was loyalty

Was debt you never owed

I don’t break

I refine

Leave the excess behind

What you touched

What you spent

Was the future I resigned

I don’t rage

I release

Like a season past its lease

What you wanted wasn’t love

It was access it was ease

No confession no display

I don’t need the why or when

If something feeds on what I am

I stop calling it a man

I don’t break

I conclude

Let the quiet tell the truth

What I lost I outgrew

What I kept was me not you