Days alone

Days Alone Here I stayed when the silence broke— the air, a breath that barely woke me. Your name lit up my phone, but the meaning felt long gone. I cried alone to feel the sorrow, a night too dark to hold tomorrow. The rain stood still, in borrowed time, each drop a pause in my decline. Soft, endless, unheard—I spoke. The truth was raw, my voice near broke. No comfort came, no hand to hold. Just aching hours growing cold. My tears weren’t rage. They weren’t despair. They were the proof that no one cared. You never came. You never tried. And I, in silence, sat and cried— until the ache became my guide. Until I no longer needed anyone to say they tried. Thoubert Larus