In the quiet doubt of departure

Why won't this storm inside my chest subside?
Even in stillness—
I am torn.

Don't linger in my tears—
I have failed to bear the weight of memory.

Looking at me, you can surmise—
this wounded heart of mine...
beyond healing?

Don't touch me anymore—
in the quiet doubt of permanent departure,
my existence trembles.

Do you know
how much of the road
we had left to walk together?