In the quiet spaces between words,
I found echoes of a love once spoken.
Promises passed through screens,
now shattered in the silence of absence.

I wore my pain like a second skin,
hiding behind smiles that never reached my eyes.
Each scar a story untold,
each tear a memory fading.

But in the ashes of what was,
I discovered the strength to rebuild.
Not for them, but for me.
Not to forget, but to heal.

I apologize not for the battles fought,
but for the wars I waged within.
For the times I let the darkness win,
and for the light I almost lost.

Yet, here I stand,
a mosaic of broken pieces,
still searching for peace
in the fragments of a silent heart.