And That Was It

So this is how it ends, then — Not with thunder, not with rain, But with a sentence cold and plain, And me, standing in the ache again. I had said, “This is my last try,” With every ounce of love and cry, Swore on the ones I hold most dear, Still, you chose to disappear. You didn’t fight, not even flinch, You let it go — inch by inch. As if the story we once wrote Was just a name you’d learn to misquote. No tremble in your final word, No echo of the love I heard. While I held fire in both my hands, You watched it burn without a glance. Do you know what silence costs? What it means to grieve what's lost? Not death — just absence wearing skin, The kind of void that screams within. But I won't beg. I never will. A promise made, a heart gone still. You made your choice. I made mine too — To live a life untouched by you.