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点击复制Some memories arrive
without asking me anything,
as if they knew
that I still make room for them.
I don't run away —
but I don't call, either.
I just let them pass,
like someone watching the rain
from inside a room
that's become too big.
What doesn't return
still lives in me,
not as pain,
but as a mark.
A discreet trace
of what I once
thought would be forever.
I follow the day,
even when the night weighs heavily.
There are paths that only appear
after we lose someone —
and learning to walk them
is part of who I've become.
What doesn't return
reminds me
that I also change,
even when I feel
that I'm standing still.