Something was lost.You walked away.And we broke.

You were gone sooner than I anticipated.Sooner than I was ready to admit.

At first, nothing felt final. Days passed. Then weeks. I told myself silence was temporary. That space was respectful. That stillness meant I was giving us room. I believed that if I waited long enough, the right words would arrive fully formed.

They didn’t.

Our time together in New York proved something I wanted to believe forever, that bliss and happiness can coexist, that connection doesn’t have to be paid for in equal and opposite pain. I held onto that memory as proof, even while doing nothing to protect what made it true.

Every day I didn’t speak became its own decision.Every unanswered moment widened the distance between us.

Silence didn’t stay empty for long.

In the absence of my voice, the space between