Quiet Heartbreak

The box is stacked in the hallway light. Your side of the closet

is already gone. No big argument, no final fight. Just two people who ran outta

dawn. This quiet kind of heartbreak is the worst I've known.

Nobody screaming, nobody throwing stones. It's the silence

where your laughter used to be. This empty house is swallowing me. I poured myself

a coffee in your mug this morning. Caught my breath remembering that warning.

We didn't fail, we just stopped trying hard. Just two separate names on a

new credit card. This quiet kind of heartbreak is the worst I've known.