The Goodbye you never said.
I’ve known for some time
that your heart had drifted away.
You moved on—quietly,
irrevocably.
I waited
for the words to arrive:
you no longer wish to stay,
you wish to walk away.
But before you ever said a thing,
I already knew.
Your silence spoke the loudest.
Your texts lost their warmth,
curiosity faded into polite replies.
You didn’t say goodbye—
but you stopped staying.
And somehow,
that hurt more
than the truth you never told.
What once was bright
now feels empty.
A fading spark,
a ghost in the shape of you.
-July 21, 2025









