We never said it—
the word we needed most,
the one that would have held us,
kept us close.
Instead, you turned and walked away,
while all I could do was stand and stay.
The door clicked shut,
a final sound,
as silence stretched its arms around.
I wanted to shout, to make you stay,
but something in me kept you away.
The distance grew, a quiet thief,
stealing pieces of my belief.
Your footsteps faded in the night,
and with them, any chance for light.
It wasn't the leaving that caused the pain,
but knowing things would never be the same.
The words I couldn't find to say
still haunt me with each passing day.
Now I stand, an empty space,
holding the echoes of your face.
I wonder if you still can hear
the love and loss I hold so near.
