I refuse the quiet ending,
the gentle lie of distance,
the cruel suggestion
that love can simply loosen its grip
and let go without leaving a mark.
I cannot accept
that the hands that once held mine
now move through the world
as if I were never written
into their story.
I cannot believe
that the heart I once opened
like a door in spring
will close behind me
without even the echo of my name.
How does a soul become a stranger
after learning the rhythm of your laugh,
after memorizing the light
that lived inside your smile?
I stand at the edge of forever
knowing there will be no more moments—
no accidental glances,
no familiar warmth,
no sound of you
breaking the silence.
And what frightens me most
is not the distance...
but the quiet possibility
that I will fade gently
into a corner of your memory—
like something once loved,
but no longer called for.
Yet somewhere within me
a stubborn tenderness remains,
still asking the question
my heart never learned to silence:
Will you remember me?
Do you even think of me?
YOU ARE READING
Every part of me
PuisiThis book took years to begin. Not because I lacked words, but because I lacked the courage to open my heart. To my readers- this is my soul, laid bare. Every page holds a piece of me: my vulnerability, my joy, the moments I loved deeply, and the gr...
