I listened to the hush that fills the space between our words,
the fragile echo of release—
tears tracing quiet paths down my cheeks,
but the old ache no longer lives beneath my ribs.
I saw your shadow in the trembling of my voice,
the fractured lines of memory you once spoke
like broken glass in moonlight—
sharp, scattered, impossible to hold intact.
I forgive the tremor in your truth,
the way you hid behind fear’s veiled mirror,
where every lie was but a shield
against the storm that raged within.
Your silence was survival; your confusion, protection.
I gather those fragments now
and lay them gently at peace,
unburdened by resentment or regret.
I release you from the unfinished stories,
the whispered debts we never owed each other,
and watch the winding path of grace
unfurl like dawn across an empty sky.
May you find soft places to land,
and may your heart learn again
to speak in steady rhythms—
no longer bound by shadows.
Here, in this clearing of forgiveness,
I offer you the blessing you were in my life:
a quiet promise blooming in the hush,
lighter days unfolding at last.