There is nothing louder
Than the silence
Between two hearts
Once woven together—
Now unraveling
Thread by quiet thread.
They were in love,
Once,
Where laughter filled the spaces
And words were bridges
Not barriers.
But time grew tangled,
Priorities lost
In the shadows of "maybe"
And "not yet."
One wandered, searching
For meaning in the noise,
While the other learned
The ache of waiting.
So silence settled in—
Heavy, echoing,
A roomful of unsaid things
And glances that look away.
In the end,
One had to choose themselves,
Not out of want,
But out of need—
A gentle goodbye
That thundered
In the hollow
Where love used to live.
The loudest silence
A person can give
Is not giving anything at all.
Choosing oneself,
Walking away,
And never turning back.
Yeah, I loved you—
But I love me more.
The
Loudest
Silence.
