I used to believe that love
could bridge any gap.
But now I see the chasm
between who I was
and who they thought I should be.
I see their facesâ
not in anger,
but in sorrow.
They mourn the person I used to be,
the version of me that fit
their world better.
I try to reach across that gap,
but the distance is too great,
and the words they won't say
hang heavy in the air,
suffocating the love we once shared.
So, I let go.
I carry their absence with me,
but I won't let it break me.
In the absence of their love,
I will find my own.