#griefandhope
He's fading again
Pulling back into that quiet dark
that never really left him.
I thought the light had stayed this time.
I thought he had found the warmth
that wouldn't flicker.
But the shadow knows his shape too well.
It slips around him like an old coat,
familiar, heavy,
a comfort he can't refuse.
I reach for him,
but my hands pass through smoke.
He's already somewhere else,
somewhere I can't follow
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 11:32 PM UTC
The silence between us is deafening —
A chasm carved by all we left unsaid.
Each word we swallowed lingers,
A ghost that haunts the empty space.
I hear your absence in the quiet.
The stillness hums with what was once ours —
Laughter tangled in whispered promises,
Love unspoken but deeply known.
But now, I only hear the questions.
Do you miss the way my voice
Filled the silence like sunlight?
Do your thoughts wander back to me
When the night grows too long?
I reach for words that might mend,
But none can bridge the distance.
So I sit with the silence,
And try to understand
what it’s telling me.
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC