I was wrong, so wrong, to think I’d be fine.
Wrong to believe I’d grow used to the silence, in time.
When you said you’d be leaving, I feigned a brave face,
But deep down, I shattered, lost in empty space.

Those fleeting moments, they were more than a spark,
A foundation of something profound in the dark.
It wasn’t about intimacy—it wasn’t lust.
It...