Caved In

I walked in

with grief still wet on my skin,

too raw to tell pain from comfort.

He didn’t love me,

not really.

He lingered long enough

to feel needed,

then disappeared

when I needed him most.

He stopped calling.

Stopped asking.

Stopped seeing me.

I told myself it was okay,

that maybe I was too much,

maybe not enough.

But the truth is

I have no answers.

No closure.

No peace.

Just silence

and the slow sinking

into a shell

that barely fits my name.

Hope?

I lost it in the waiting.

Faith?

I buried it beside my parents.

Desire?

It doesn’t visit me anymore.

I don’t know if I’m healing,

or just learning

how to live

quietly

while broken.