Today I woke up with the feeling
that I don't belong anywhere.
Maybe it's just tiredness,
or maybe it's you
still occupying a space
that I promised to empty.
I don't miss you anymore,
but I still feel
what I felt for you.
And that weighs on me —
not because it's love,
but because it stayed.
There are things that pass through me
without making a sound.
Your name is one of them.
It passes by me
as if it doesn't want anything,
but it always takes a piece
of what I keep in silence.
And no…
it's not longing.
It's just the stubborn memory
of what once
made me believe
that I wasn't alone.