Gone
525 Words
You left,
and everything familiar broke with you
the light in ordinary days,
the comfort in quiet nights,
the version of me
that believed love stayed.
Now grief lives in every corner,
in songs, in silence, in memory’s sharp edge
because losing you
didn’t just break my heart,
it broke the whole world
I built around it.
-Regret?
I walked away
with shaking hands
from something I knew
could no longer hold us
a love that had grown heavy,
beautiful in memory,
but painful in reality.
I chose what was right, what was necessary,
what my heart whispered
long before I had the courage
to finally listen.
And still right choices can ache
just as deeply as wrong ones.
Because doing the right thing
does not erase
the late-night wondering, the quiet grief,
the memories that still soften me
when I least expect it.
I do not regret leaving
what was breaking me
I regret that love
was not enough to save it.
I regret the future
we once spoke into existence,
the life that almost was, the version of us
that never got the chance
to become real.
And maybe that is what regret truly is
not wishing I had stayed,
but mourning what I had to lose
to finally choose myself.
-Reminiscing
I think of us in pieces
not only in the breaking,
but in the beautiful beginning too.
In laughter that came easy,
in nights that felt endless,
in soft conversations
that made the world feel smaller
and love feel larger than life.
I remember the way joy lived with us
in stolen glances, inside jokes,
hands finding each other without thought,
and the quiet comfort
of simply being side by side.
But I remember the storms too
the sharp words spoken from hurt,
the silences stretched tight with pride,
the tears we hid,
the wounds we gave each other
while still calling it love.
We were tenderness and tension,
passion and pain,
a beautiful thing
that sometimes did not know
how to be gentle with itself.
And still, when I look back,
I cannot hate what we were
because even through the arguments,
through every crack and bruise,
there was real love there
messy, imperfect,
but real enough to leave an ache
where happiness once lived.
-Loneliness
When you left,
the silence changed its shape
it grew heavier, colder,
stretching itself into every corner
of the life we used to fill together.
Loneliness became more than being alone
it became waking with no one to tell,
coming home with no one waiting,
holding thoughts that had nowhere to go,
and carrying memories
with no one left who shared them.
The world kept moving
crowded streets, laughing voices,
lives unfolding all around me
yet I moved through it untouched,
like a ghost in places
that once made me feel alive.
And that is the cruelest part
not just missing you,
but missing the version of myself
that existed
when I was loved by you.
Now nights feel endless,
and even in a room full of people,
I have never known a loneliness so loud
as the one that came
after losing us.
- Writer
