Friendship

My words on deaf ears.

They slipped away in tiny betrayals:
silent sacrifices no one recognized,
promises tangled and broken like loose thread,
smiles stitched tight to hide cracks beneath.
I became the background noise, the steady hum—
holding fragments together with quiet hands,
enduring through storms none saw coming.
The one who listens without being heard;
the refuge everyone seeks but never questions: “Are you okay?”
One morning, without fanfare or witnesses—
just me and a mirror’s honest gaze—I paused.
No tears fell because exhaustion had stolen them long ago.
I spoke softly to my reflection:
“That’s enough.”
Almost seven years lived in silence and waiting;
now time bends toward something else—
perhaps even peace. never beg for help again.