It wasn't sudden—
the way you left me.
No doors slammed,
no final words to hold on to.
Just silence
that grew louder each day.
I started noticing the little things—
how your replies became shorter,
how your eyes no longer searched for mine,
how "I miss you" slowly turned into nothing at all.
I tried to understand,
to fix what I didn't even know was broken.
I replayed every moment in my head,
wondering where I started losing you.
Was it something I said?
Or something I failed to see?
But the truth came quietly—
just like your leaving.
You didn't fall out of love in a moment.
You chose to, little by little.
And I…
I stayed.
Holding on to a version of you
that no longer existed.
Now I sit with the space you left behind,
learning that sometimes
the hardest goodbyes
are the ones never said.