Sadness: What Remains of You

You did not leave all at once. You stayed— as a shadow, as a weight beside the road.

In this piece, the body moves forward, but something stays behind. Not to stop the journey, only to remind it.

What remains of you does not speak. It sits quietly, carrying everything that was never said.

This is not memory as warmth. This is memory as presence. A shape that keeps its distance, yet never disappears.

The figure stands. The path continues. But what was once shared now belongs to the ground between them.

What remains of you is not absence. It is the part of me that learned how to live with you no longer here.