Winter could swallow every season, If the sun surrendered its fire. The heavens could empty without a sound, If love abandoned desire. I could unmake my every footprint, Leave no shadow for the dawn. If you were willing, I’d already be gone. My love… I own no heaven. No salvation. No future worth believing. Only this ruined heart, Still beating Long after hope has died. If you were willing— I’d teach every flower How to forget the spring. If you were willing— I’d silence every bird Before it learned to sing. I’d tear the roots From beneath the earth. I’d extinguish Every unborn star. I’d drain the oceans Into fields of dust, Until even history Forgot our names. If you were willing… Love itself Would become a forgotten language. I’d shatter every mirror, So your face Could never return. I’d blind every window, So morning Would lose its way. I’d bury your name Beneath collapsing cities, Where even echoes Refuse to remain. But… Darkness remembers Everything. It remembers The warmth of your hands. The sound Between your breaths. The silence After goodbye. Every night, The moon opens Like an ancient wound. And inside that wound— You are still alive. If you were willing… I’d let my soul Become another forgotten ruin. If you were willing… I’d erase tomorrow Before it was born. I’d never search. I’d never call. I’d never whisper Your beautiful name. Except… When tears Consecrate the night, And every heartbeat Sounds like your footsteps Walking home… To someone Who no longer exists. If only… You had been willing. The universe Would still remember How to bloom.
