Yesterday,
I saw her for the last time.
Two years,
and not a single real conversation.
Not a moment of truth.
Not a confession.
Not even a try.
I stayed silent,
thinking time would make sense of it.
But time ran out.
and for the first time,
I hated being quiet.
I wish I had told her
"i love you."
But I never did.
and I still didn't.
because yesterday
wasn't the time to begin.
It was the time to let go.
so I looked at her,
one last time
properly.
Just enough to remember her face
with all I had left in me.
Just enough to carry that glance
through a thousand empty afternoons.
I smiled,
not because I was okay,
but because that was the last thing
I could give her.
and I said,
"All the best."
and walked away,
with a heart full of words
she'll never hear.
YOU ARE READING
Words That Stayed with Me
RandomThese aren't poems. These are pieces of me, the thoughts I typed but never shared, the feelings I felt too deeply to say out loud. If you've ever loved in silence, dreamed too vividly, or been hurt without blame... this is for you.
