💔When We Stopped Saying I Love You

It didn’t happen overnight—

we just began to fade

like ink in rain,

our words smudging

until they stopped making sense.

You still smiled at me in the morning,

but it felt borrowed,

like sunlight slipping through

a window we forgot to clean.

We still touched,

but our hands had grown polite,

like guests afraid

to overstay their welcome.

I replay our last real laugh,

the one that made you tilt your head

and close your eyes—

I didn’t know it was the last time

I’d see you that open.

We didn’t break each other.

We just didn’t notice

how quiet it had become,

how love whispered itself hoarse

trying to stay.

Now your absence

sits beside me like a memory

that refuses to leave the room—

not heavy,

just always there.