My heart was heavy, full of ache,
A silent storm I couldn’t shake.
Though sadness wrapped me like a shroud,
I chose the path that’s not too loud.

It wasn’t good for you or me,
But good for all we couldn’t see.
A sacrifice, a quiet grace—
To give us both a healing space.

Though love has gone, I’m not undone,
The hardest choice was also the one.
For sometimes love must fade away,
To let the world find its own way.