I write not in anger,
But with hands that have held too much silence.
My heart, a home turned hollow,
Echoes of love now sorrowed by distance.
You found your peace in pushing me away,
And I…. I kept reaching through the ache.
But now I let go.
Not in bitterness, but in mercy for my own sake .
If love feels like debt in your eyes,
Then take back the tokens,
The gifts, the memories,
Each one re...