đWhen We Stopped Saying I Love You
Not every heartbreak begins with goodbye.
By Anthony ScottPublished 5 months ago âą 1 min read

It didnât happen overnightâ
we just began to fade
like ink in rain,
our words smudging
until they stopped making sense.
You still smiled at me in the morning,
but it felt borrowed,
like sunlight slipping through
a window we forgot to clean.
We still touched,
but our hands had grown polite,
like guests afraid
to overstay their welcome.
I replay our last real laugh,
the one that made you tilt your head
and close your eyesâ
I didnât know it was the last time
Iâd see you that open.
We didnât break each other.
We just didnât notice
how quiet it had become,
how love whispered itself hoarse
trying to stay.
Now your absence
sits beside me like a memory
that refuses to leave the roomâ
not heavy,
just always there.




Comments (1)
Love this, absolutely beautiful poem, well done! â€ïžâšïžđ