Nothing arrives unfinished
Nothing leaves untouched
We become what remains
After time has taken
What we thought we needed
There is no cruelty in passing
Only consequence
What I called loss
Was only a form of silence
Making room for something
I could not yet understand
Some things require years
Not to be healed
But to become true
Time does not ask who we were
It asks what survived us
And perhaps becoming
Is nothing more
Than learning what deserves
To remain
I no longer fear the passing
I fear only
Leaving nothing changed