Yelyen

There are moments in life when silence is not rejection, but survival.

When words are not withheld in pride,

but drowned in grief too deep to name.

I lost someone

someone whose absence tore through me like winter wind.

A best friend, gone from this world.

And in that hollow ache,

all I needed was space.

Not distance to push people away,

but distance to breathe… to not drown.

But you couldn’t see that.

You demanded presence when I had none to give.

You insisted on resolution

when my heart was still bleeding.

I wasn’t avoiding you,

I was barely holding myself together.

And I wish you had stepped into my shoes

instead of standing so far away, asking me to run toward you

while I was still learning how to walk again through grief.

Like Obi-Wan watching Anakin slip into the shadows,

I watched you go

not in anger,

but in sorrow.

You became someone I couldn’t reach,

because you chose not to wait at the edge of my pain.

Now, we no longer speak.

Not out of hate,

but because the thread between us unraveled

when patience was needed most.

Still, I wish you well.

But from a distance.

Because you failed me in a moment that asked for understanding,

and I choose solitude

over a friendship that was never truly real.

I hope peace finds you,

I hope joy fills your days,

and health stays close to you.

Even from this distance,

my heart carries no resentment.

Only the quiet echo

of a friendship lost to a moment

that asked for grace

and was met with absence.

It’s painful to realize that the people you once called friends never saw your battles, only your absence.

I truly enjoy writing poems and sharing them here, often inspired by people who have been part of my life, or still are.