[02:59.00]I almost forgot your face yesterday.
[02:59.00]But the wind knew the right time to remember.
[02:59.00]I went back to where it all began.
[02:59.00]The road is still there,
[02:59.00]but we are not.
[02:59.00]The tree still holds what we couldn't carry.
[02:59.00]Your name is carved into the birch tree,
[02:59.00]not like someone who left art,
[02:59.00]but like someone who left a wound.
[02:59.00]It no longer bleeds,
[02:59.00]but it doesn't close either.
[02:59.00]You left slowly.
[02:59.00]So slowly that it hurt to notice.
[02:59.00]There was no goodbye, only absence.
[02:59.00]And even so, you stayed.
[02:59.00]On cold days.
[02:59.00]In long silences.
[02:59.00]In details that no one else notices.
[02:59.00]In the way I could never call anyone else home.
[02:59.00]Some loves don't end.
[02:59.00]They turn into landscape.
[02:59.00]They become shadows on the ground,
[02:59.00]wind among the leaves,
[02:59.00]and scars on the wood.
[02:59.00]Your name is marked on the birch tree,
[02:59.00]not like someone who left art,
[02:59.00]but like someone who left a wound.
[02:59.00]It no longer bleeds,
[02:59.00]but it doesn't close either.