It Was Never About Replacing You
I talk to other people now.
Not because Iām looking for someone betterā
but because silence gets too loud when it only echoes your name.
I laugh. I reply. I tell stories.
But sometimes, right in the middle of someone elseās sentence,
my mind takes a quiet detour to wonder how youād have responded instead.
Iām not trying to forget you.
I just canāt stay frozen in a space youāve abandoned.
And I wonāt keep knocking on a door you locked behind you.
Itās not that I believe theyāll be like you.
If anything, I hope they wonāt.
But Iām still talking.
Still showing up.
Still letting the world see pieces of meā
even the broken ones.
So no, Iām not moving on in the way people expect.
Iām moving throughā
through the mess of what couldāve been,
through the ache of what never became,
through the lesson you left in the space where your presence used to be.
And maybe one day Iāll meet someone
who wonāt feel like a distraction from you,
but like a destination of my own choosing.
Until then, Iāll keep walking.
Even if part of me still looks back.
