The day you said you were leaving, you said it so casuall

The day you said you were leaving, you said it so casually, as if you were coming back from buying bread.. But I spoke of death, Of a chest that was supposed to collapse after you, like an abandoned house.. Of lungs that were supposed to reject the air without you..
I imagined your absence like an earthquake
Like a night that has no morning
Like a tree whose roots are pulled from the soil, and then they say, "Now grow"

But morning came; The sun rose without asking your permission
And I, against all my predictions, was still breathing
To be honest, you were not as heavy as I thought
You were just a painting on the wall of my mind
A sketch I drew myself, colored myself, framed myself, And then one day, I took it down from the wall, because I realized the wall was mine!
Letting go of you was not hard, What was hard was letting go of something I had built myself.. Of an illusion I had lived in for years
And you, all these years, were not even as real as a "nothing"
You were just a shadow, And a shadow, when the light changes, leaves on its own