Individual

The one I once admired
is now just a file —
labeled, shelved,
and buried in a corner of my mind.

Tucked deep in a vault
somewhere behind my eyes.

Have you ever met someone
who feels like a breeze after a storm?
So soft, so calm —
just... easy to breathe around.

But I get attached too fast.
Too soon.
Too deep.

So now I hold my stories
close to my chest,
like sacred poems I refuse to recite.

I’m preserving myself.
Not out of fear —
but out of wisdom.

I’ll wait
until the right soul arrives.

Until then…
I’m done.