Sometimes silence says it best,
When hearts are tired, and souls need rest.
No need to speak, no words to sell,
What broke me once, I know too well.
I stayed quiet, not out of fear,
But because not everyone deserves to hear.
Those who know me need no claim,
And those who don't?
They'll never get the flame.
Let them wonder, let them roam,
If they seek more, let them go.
I won't compete, won't beg to stay,
Some stories end without a say.
If they choose another road to tread,
Let them find what's in their head.
Let them chase what looks more "right"
Not everything that glows is light.
And what I buried, let it rest
No more tears, no final dress.
Some losses don't need loud goodbyes,
Some grief just breathes beneath the skies.
I buried it all, gracefully so,
Without a scene, without a show.
Because what's already turned to ash,
Doesn't need a grieving sash.