Love after you is calm, not wild,
Less like a storm, more like a child.
It doesn't rush, it doesn't chase,
It takes its time, it gives me space.
It doesn't make my heart unsure,
It feels quiet, steady, pure.
No sleepless nights, no constant fear,
Just someone who decides to stay here.
And still sometimes, I think of you,
Of all the chaos we went through.
But now I see what love should be—
Not losing you, but keeping me.