You always left
when I needed you most.

On the days I was breaking,
barely holding myself together,
I searched for you—
desperately.

The silence hurt,
but not as much
as knowing I couldn’t reach for you.
Not anymore.

I’d shed a tear
and open my phone,
my fingers tracing their way
to our chat
like muscle memory,
like hope that forgot you were gone.

You were once my escape,
my soft place to land.

Now I cry in silence,
telling stories
you used to hear—
to no one.