Galaxystar
Wellknown Ace
Some people leave in silence,
slipping out like shadows
afraid of the dawn.
Others slam the door,
their leaving loud enough
to rattle the bones of a house.
But the hardest are the ones
who leave halfway—
smiling at you on Mondays,
forgetting you by Friday.
I carry too many half-goodbyes,
faces that never finished
their sentences with me.
I wonder sometimes—
was I too much?
Or just never enough?
But then I breathe.
The ones who stay, stay.
The ones who don’t,
were never mine.
slipping out like shadows
afraid of the dawn.
Others slam the door,
their leaving loud enough
to rattle the bones of a house.
But the hardest are the ones
who leave halfway—
smiling at you on Mondays,
forgetting you by Friday.
I carry too many half-goodbyes,
faces that never finished
their sentences with me.
I wonder sometimes—
was I too much?
Or just never enough?
But then I breathe.
The ones who stay, stay.
The ones who don’t,
were never mine.
