The Silence

You chose silence

like it was the cleanest way out,

like erasing me required no explanation.

But don’t mistake your quiet

for maturity

it’s cowardice dressed as calm.

I showed up when it mattered.

Not when it was easy.

Not when it was flattering.

I stood in the mess with you,

hands steady,

voice ready,

while you learned how to disappear.

And now I’m met with nothing.

No reason.

No warning.

Just the hollow cruelty

of being ignored by someone

I never ignored.

Do you know how violent that is?

To punish loyalty with absence.

To answer care with a locked door.

You didn’t set a boundary

you ran,

and left me to bleed on the questions.

I wasn’t asking for saving.

I wasn’t demanding pieces of you.

I only tried to be there,

and you treated that

like a weakness to cut off.

So keep your silence.

Let it sit heavy in your throat.

Because one day you’ll need someone

to stand where I stood

and you’ll finally understand

how loud your nothing really was