There is a place between leaving
and the moment you say it out loud
A place where the heart keeps turning,
looking back, even as the hands reach forward.
You can feel the weight of what you carried
years of love wraping its arms around you
of unspoken words,
and promises that still echo,
feels like fragments
of what home could be
even as you step away from them.
It’s not easy,
to untangle what has woven itself
into the fibers of your body,
into the rhythm of your days.
But there is power in the letting go,
in the moment you choose
to breathe without them.
Grief is not just the absence of them,
it is the absence of everything you thought they would be
the future you imagined,
the dreams that lived between your shared breaths.
But even in that loss,
there is a quiet return
to the self that was once so clear
before you folded yourself into someone else.
And somewhere, in the silence,
there is the soft, gentle sound
of your own voice
beginning to speak again.
It will not be perfect,
but it will be yours.
