Aug 30, 2025
4. Different Roads, Same Silence
We both kept walking— Feet steady, paths clear. But somewhere between “See you soon” And “Take care,” We veered.
No fight. No farewell. Just a thousand little choices That turned into distance We forgot to cross.
I still think of you When I pass that coffee shop. I still check Your favorite book’s shelf, Half-hoping for a sign.
But we’re on different roads now— Yours paved with new names, Mine filled with old echoes. And though we both walk forward, Neither of us turns back.
Sometimes, The silence is deafening. Not because it’s loud— But because we once filled it With everything And now it holds nothing.