My Silent Goodbye
written by: Dibyangana
Life is an endless road—twisting, turning, unraveling in ways I never see coming. People walk beside me for a while, their footsteps in sync with mine, until, one by one, they fade into the distance. I reach for them, desperate to hold on, but they slip through my fingers like sand. And so, I wander—lost, searching—for the one who was my compass, my anchor, my north star. But the storm has swallowed them whole, leaving nothing behind but echoes and emptiness.
They say life is fair, that endings birth new beginnings. “When an old leaf falls, another takes its place.” But the heart is stubborn; it does not listen. It weeps in the silence, clinging to the ghosts of yesterday. The rain falls relentlessly, soaking through my thoughts, each droplet heavy with unspoken words. The scent of damp earth, forgotten promises, and old books lingers in the air, wrapping around me like a memory refusing to fade. Darkness settles in, thick and suffocating, choking the last remnants of light.
Scars long buried rise to the surface, pulsing beneath my skin—raw, jagged, alive. My mind urges me to let go, to move on. But my heart tightens its grip, unwilling to forget, unwilling to trust again. I stand frozen, caught between the weight of the past and the fragile whisper of hope trembling in my chest. Will things ever change? Will I ever find peace? Or will I remain here forever—trapped in the space between holding on and letting go?
To the world, I am unchanged—polished, confident, smiling. But the cracks run deep, hidden beneath the surface. The smile never quite reaches my eyes. Inside, everything is breaking. The air feels colder now, laced with the echoes of ruins and empty spaces. At night, silence becomes unbearable. Tears fall freely, their warmth lost to the cool breeze slipping through the open window. The stars blink down at me, their distant glow flickering—almost as if they, too, mourn.
So many questions swirl in the dark, but none seem to have answers. Maybe they never will. Still, through it all, I wish for my lost companion to be happy. Shine brighter than I ever could, I whisper into the night, hoping the wind will carry my words to them.
Time, a cunning thief, moves unnoticed, stealing what it pleases. And yet, it cannot take everything. Some things remain—memories, burned into me like invisible tattoos. I trace them with my mind, over and over, just to make sure they were real. Were they? Or were they just a dream I refuse to wake from?
Slowly, oblivion creeps in. The pain is blinding, heavy, endless. But exhaustion wins, dragging me into restless sleep. And still, the ache lingers, an unbroken thread tying me to them.
A silent goodbye, then. Not with words, not with closure—just a quiet ache that never leaves.
Perhaps, in another life, we will meet again. Perhaps, in another life, our story will have a different ending.
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