Pāhonoa te oro

And walked away No one stopped me No one followed me Because to them I was already gone That night I packed one suitcase Not in anger Not even in sadness But with a kind of calm that scared me more than anything else The next morning I left No note No message No goodbye I didn’t block them I didn…

And walked away No one stopped me No one followed me Because to them I was already gone That night I packed one suitcase Not in anger Not even in sadness But with a kind of calm that scared me more than anything else The next morning I left No note No message No goodbye I didn’t block them I didn’t make a scene I simply disappeared But what they didn’t know was this For the past five years, I had been quietly managing things they never paid at