Letting Go with Grace

We pack the silence like old photographs. No shouting left, just quiet aftermath.

You handed back my keys, I gave your scarf. The kind you

wore the night we watched the stars. No blame, no shame,

no who's at fault. Hmm, just two good hearts that

couldn't hold it all. We tried. God knows we tried.

But love's not war. Sometimes the bravest thing is walking out the door.

So let go. Not with fire, but with grace. Not a crash, just soft release

like lace. We won't haunt each other's what ifs late at night.