When I look at myself, I feel a question linger—
"How are you?"
Replies echo from within:
My heart whispers, "You are broken, my friend."
My mind argues, "No, you’re gaining priceless wisdom."
But my blood surges, "Face this world with courage."

Tears may fall silent, but my heart always hears them.
Scars remain, etched deep as memories fade,
Worn thin by the weight of overthinking.
Why can’t I let go of those
Who never turned back, who left me in silence?

Since you left, the unspoken has anchored in my heart.
My earth has turned dry.
If only forgetting were as easy as giving away money—
Perhaps then, I’d find home again.
But your absence lingers,...