There comes a point when silence turns to stone,
When love grows heavy carrying the lie;
I watched the person standing there unchanged,
And knew at last what mercy must deny.
The photograph revealed what words concealed.
My hands went still before I understood.
Your face remained familiar in the light,
Yet nothing in that moment felt the same.
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 11:18 AM UTC
There comes a point when silence turns to stone,
When love grows heavy carrying the lie;
I watched the person standing there unchanged,
And knew at last what mercy must deny.
The photograph revealed what words concealed.
My hands went still before I understood.
Your face remained familiar in the light,
Yet nothing in that moment felt the same.
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