thinking maybe love meant patience,
maybe silence was just a phase,
maybe lonely hearts survive this way.
But no one told me
second chances can cost pieces of yourself.
No one told me
you could stay loyal
while still feeling abandoned.
I am still here,
still loving you softly,
still waiting in quiet rooms
filled with your absence.
And somehow,
the saddest part is not the distance
it is feeling invisible
to someone who once made me feel chosen.
