I thought missing you would be the hardest part.
But it was the emptiness that followed.
The quiet mornings,
The stillness of a bed too big for one.
No more footsteps in the hallway,
No more coffee cups left on the counter,
No more laughter slipping through the cracks.
It wasn't just you l lostâ
It was the version of me
That existed when you were here.
And so, I had to learn
How to wake up in my own presence,
How to fill the spaces you left, How to exist
Without you.
Author's Note*
Heartbreak isn't just about losing someoneâit's about losing the version of yourself that existed with them. I had to learn to live in my own silence, to find comfort in my own presence. And that, somehow, was even harder than saying goodbye.