When Silence Called My Name

I walked through days that never stayed,

faces passing… leaving nothing behind.

I smiled

but my smile was only an echo

of something that was no longer there.

And at nigt

when everything fell quiet,

I could finally hear… myself.

Clear.

Uncomfortably clear.

A voice I had buried for too long

called my name

as if it knew me better than I ever did.

Silence was never empty.

It was a mirror.

It showed me what I lost,

what I ignored,

what I tried so hard to forget.

And for once

I didn’t run.

I stayed.

I listened.

And I learne

A heart does not end when it breaks…

It begins

when it is finally heard.