Sayang! Saya Ingin Terbang

There was a time
his name felt warm against my chest
a rhythm that hummed quietly under my skin.

I thought maybe the universe paused
when our eyes met,
that maybe the tides whispered stay.
But even the sea returns to itself,
and so did he.

He was a season
gentle rain, sudden sun,
gone before I could name what it was.

We shared moments
that felt like stolen light,
soft laughter spilling between breaths.
I won’t call it a mistake
it was human,
it was real while it lasted.

But I’ve stopped replaying the echoes.
I no longer scroll through silence
waiting for him to remember me.

I’ve learned that love
isn’t proven by who stays,
but by what remains in you
when they’re gone.

And in me, there is still light.
There is still peace.

I release him
not in anger,
but in softness.
The kind that comes
when you finally stop reaching
for what no longer reaches back.

Some stories end quietly,
with no goodbyes,
no tears.
Just a steady breath
and a heart that whispers,
I’m free now.

He was never mine to keep,
only to meet,
to learn,
to let go.

And I did
not all at once,
but gently,
like petals loosening from a flower
that has finally had enough of holding on.

Browns Larsen