Two World In Silence

You said we'd be together.

That it would never end.

I believed you

not because I was naive,

but because I wanted it to be true.

Then you left.

No reason,

no explanation.

Just the weight of you gone

from everything.

I still sleep on one side of the bed.

Old habits don't break

just because people do.

I thought I was strong enough.

But there are nights 

when I lie still

and feel something cracking  inside my chest.

Not loudly.

Just a soft, persistent break.

I tell myself I've let go.

But I still catch myself

waiting for a message

that never comes.

My mother said

someone who makes you question yourself

is not someone worth keeping.

She also said

you can love someone 

and still be wrong about them.

I don't think you hated me.

I think you didn't know

what to do with the part of me

that needed something real.

And now,

here we are

on opposite ends of something

we never named.

it's over,

but it doesn't feel finished.

You belong to your world.

I belong to mine.

But some nights,

when everything is quiet,

I still wonder

if you ever think about me

the way I still 

sometimes

think about you.