“Painted in Silence”

It’s funny, how long I ranted so sure I was wrong. Blinded by feeling, maybe. But it was your silence that proved me right in all the ways I prayed I wasn’t. A monster, maybe. But if I was, it was your quiet that carved the shape, your hollow words that gave it breath. You spoke but not to reach me. You spoke like echoes in an empty room, just enough to say you tried, never enough to mean it. And still, I know you wondered why. Deep down, even if you didn’t know it. The art you made then spat on, so carelessly held the answers you weren’t ready to need.