Unspoken Words

I looked at my life recently and realized that every corner of it was filled with you, the you I no longer wanted to hold onto.

I tried to stay, I really did.

But it felt like even the universe was pushing me away,

whispering that this wasn't where I was meant to be.

So I started tripping, stumbling over my own hesitation,

searching for an exit

not just for myself,

but for my family, for the weight of circumstances I couldn't ignore.

Each day blurred into the next,

passing by too quickly,

as if time itself was trying to outrun me and my thoughts.

And yet, in all that rushing,

in all the noise of moving forward,

the days I spent without you felt empty,

colorless, uneventful, and painted in shades of blue.

Still, I hold on.

To my tears, my fears, my unsaid words.

Because some things are easier to carry in silence

than to let them shatter in the open.