I keep my eyes fixed on the wooden floor because the truth is too heavy to face

Tracing the shadows of your shoes while the silence fills up this empty space

You know I've always been the quiet type, hiding my heart behind a crowded room

But now the curtain is falling down and we're running out of this sweet perfume

I won't ask you to stay another night, I won't make a scene to hold you back

Just letting the cold wind blow through the windows, watching our screen turn into black

There is no anger in my frozen chest, just a polite way to say that we are done

A silent movie spinning in the dark, watching the final setting of our sun

I slowly bow my head to say goodbye, a gentle manner that you used to know

No dramatic words or broken hearts, it's just the right time for me to let you go

We collected so many beautiful pieces, but the mosaic is finally complete

I step away with a soft, quiet smile, leaving our traces on this winter street

My introverted heart is letting go of your hand like a fading Cyclamen

A quiet closure to a beautiful story that will never happen again

Looking down beneath the heavy rain, a polite dot at the end of the line

I pray you find a peaceful place to stay, far away from this old heart of mine

No regrets left in my pockets, leaving it all behind in the dark

A gentle finish without a scar, fading away from your vital spark

This is the final courtesy I can give, the ultimate bow from my soul

Letting the petals fall to the ground, making the broken picture whole

My Cyclamen

A polite goodbye