sad

It aches, deeper than words can reach, knowing that I turned my back on you when you needed me most. Where was I when you were searching for a hand to hold, when the weight of the world pressed too heavily upon your shoulders? I was lost somewhere in the noise of my own existence, blind to the silent cries you never voiced.

No stranger knows me, yet those I once called my own now feel like strangers themselves. And you, you were different. Whether it was the melody of your voice or the calm laced in your tone, you were always there. Annoying at times, yes, but more often than not, your presence was a quiet kind of peace. A peace I foolishly took for granted.

But now you are gone. And I wonder, will I ever hear your voice again? Will I ever feel the warmth of your touch, the comfort that once felt so familiar? I wish, I long, I ache but wishes are for fools, and longing does not rewrite time.

If turning back time were possible, I wouldn't hesitate. Whether to return to the moment before I met you, to spare myself this unbearable ache, or to the days when you were still here, so I could hold onto you just a little tighter. But no matter how much I yearn, time remains cruel, unyielding.

So here I am, trapped in this endless search for comfort in a voice that no longer answers, in a presence that no longer lingers. But there is no choice, no alternate path to take, only the silence you left behind. And in that silence, I remain my love...