Somewhere, I will find her—
The girl you used to be,
The one who held my hand
Her laughter will echo softly,
Unaware of the silence you left behind.

I will sit beside her,
On the edge of a love untamed,
And speak of the wreckage
You carved into me.
How your words, honed sharp with blame,
Cut through the tender spaces, I thought were safe.

She will listen,
Her heart breaking in places,
Her eyes will fill with tears,
Each drop a piece of her innocence
Falling away,
As I tell her how you abandoned
Everything she swore to protect.

Her voice will tremble like a brittle leaf,
“I would never—
I could never—
How could I become this?”
She will curse you,
But in there will be no anger—
Only grief.

Somewhere, she will hold the weight
Of what you’ve done.
And in her mourning,
She will look at me and whisper,
“I loved you once, with everything I had.”

I will not reply,
For somewhere, she already knows—
That love you left behind
Still clings to the pieces of me
You destroyed.

And as I walk away,
Leaving her to grieve
The person she thought she’d never lose,
I will wonder if somewhere— ?