There's a silence inside me that
wasn't there before you left- quiet
that holds your name like a secret.
I move through my days, pretending
I'm fine, but in the spaces between
my breath, you return.
A memory. A voice.
A feeling that I can't shake.
I don't break the way I used to,
but the ache still settle in the
background, gently yet unyielding.
Maybe healing isn't forgetting--Maybe
It's learning to live with the echo
of someone who once felt like
home.