When loneliness speaks loudest

Night Reflections – When Loneliness Speaks Loudest

When the world quiets down, the echoes of her voice, her laugh, her familiar rhythm come flooding in.
Not to torment me, but because she once filled a space in me so completely, that silence now sounds like her absence.

I miss her.
Not just the good parts or the memories. I miss knowing.
Knowing where she is, what she’s doing, whether she’s safe, whether she’s happy.

But tonight, I remind myself:
Loving someone does not mean losing myself.
Missing her does not mean I am not healing.
And loneliness… loneliness does not mean I am unloved.

It only means I am still learning how to be whole again.

So tonight, I will sit with the ache.
I won’t run from it.
But I won’t let it own me either.

One breath at a time, I’m finding my way back.
To myself.

Burn

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