We didn’t see the weight you bore,
The signs etched deep within your gaze.
While you smiled in quiet stillness,
Your soul endured its darkest days.
How did we miss your silent plea,
Your words that vanished in the air?
How did we let your pain grow stronger
Until it felt beyond repair?
We relive the days, the fleeting moments,
Searching for what we failed to do—
A single talk, a touch, a gesture
That might have kept the world with you.
We feel the guilt, sharp and unyielding,
For not being your shelter from despair,
For not seeing that your weary heart
Had started breaking beyond repair.
And now there's silence, vast and haunting,
That echoes in the spaces you once filled.
You left, and the world feels altered,
Yet your absence cannot be stilled.
So we hold on to the memory of you,
Your laughter, the light you used to bring,
And vow, though late, to see the pain
In others before it takes their wings.
YOU ARE READING
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