To walk through a transition you didn't choose is a heavy task. I find myself in the quiet wake of a departure I don't fully understand. If I said I grasped the reasons, I’d be lying to myself. The disappointment is real, and the ache is deep, yet there is a strange, quiet power in choosing to wish someone well while your own heart is still mending.
The weight of an ending is often found not in the goodbye itself, but in the silence that follows.
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| Even in the narrowest spaces, life finds a way to reach for the light. The first bloom of a new journey. |
This poem is the first petal of a larger collection.
The Unfinished Chapter
The morning light is soft, yet cold, Against a story left untold. I watched you turn and walk away, With words I didn't know how to say.
I’d lie if I said I understood the "why," Or watched you leave with a dry eye. My heart is frayed, a silk-thin thread, Haunted by the things unsaid.
But even through this ache and tear, I’ll hold the hope, if not the fear. I’ll wish you paths of gold and blue, And all the dreams you’re running to.
Though I am left in the shadow of the door, And I don’t know who we are anymore, I’ll let you go, though it pulls me apart— A quiet blessing from a broken heart.
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