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.
Copyright © NIKITA SINGH | Year Posted 2025
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