Maybe this space is what we need,
or maybe it’s where endings lead,
but tonight, I’ll learn to sit
with all the words I didn’t get to give.
So I’ll say them now, just to the night
I hope you’re okay, I hope you’re alright.
Just a day without your name on my screen,
no “good morning,” no in-between
just silence where your voice would stay,
like something slowly slipping away.
I carry this weight like it’s mine to keep,
a truth I buried too far, too deep.
Every silence echoes what I won’t say,
every glance feels like it drifts away.
But still…
why do your actions cut this deep,
when I’m the one who chose to keep
the truth from you, the fault, the blame —
yet somehow this doesn’t feel the same.