Some People Don't Leave All At Once

Some people don't leave all at once. They just grow quieter until the

house remembers them more than you do. What's left behind isn't anger.

It's absence. And the hardest thing to lose is someone who's still breathing.

This isn't a love story about leaving. It's about staying. I'm the kind

of flame that flickers quiet even when no one notices. You don't reach

for me but I'm still here.