•{Alone}•

Why now?

Why now, 
after the countless nights, 
the long talks under starlit skies, 
the echoes of laughter 
and deeper sounds of silence? 
After every truth spilled, 
every wound I’ve laid bare 
like pages of a weathered book, 
torn but still telling stories. 

I listened, oh how I listened, 
to your battles, your shadows, 
shared each truth 
that flickered like candlelight 
in the darkness of our confessions. 
I swallowed my own storms, 
kept my fears in a jar, 
to let your voice reign free, 
so you could breathe, 
as I quietly held my ache. 

Then came last summer, 
a message changing all we knew, 
words flared like wildfire— 
shocking and sharp. 
I thought you were stronger, 
but you chose to say 
what I never believed you would dare. 

Yet here you stand, 
offering excuses like band-aids, 
claiming you’re untouched, 
but it was me, it was always me 
who made you feel small, 
who made you wish 
for a better anchor, 
while I was your rock. 

Now it hums beneath my skin, 
a glowing ember, 
not quite angry — 
maybe a strange purple haze 
that wraps around my heart. 
I tell myself, it doesn’t matter, 
but every glimpse of you twists, 
each laugh shared feels like a knife, 
and underneath it all, a quiet ache, 
a hope shrouded in whispers, 
a friend lost to a fog we may never clear. 

Why let go now? 
After pouring all my colors 
into the canvas of your life, 
every laugh and tear woven tight. 
Do memories fade like autumn leaves? 
Can friendship fly away 
on greying wings, 
like whispers in the wind? 

Here I stand, feigning indifference, 
but why do I wish 
the ground would swallow this heartache? 
Look at us, echoes in an empty room, 
two souls wandering the edge of goodbye, 
while I cradle the dreams 
of what it could have been, 
still tethered to the pain 
of trusting too deep, 
loving too fiercely 
to let go of what we once had.

A friend who I thought would last me a lifetime...

But don't worry for my tortured soul...
I've found another to help me sew my life back together