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 returned with no disguise.

Let’s part not as enemies,

But as people who once tried.

Let dignity wrap our ending

Where tenderness has died.

I am tired….