Oct 9, 2025
In the After
He is gone, yet he lingers in shadows, in echoes, in the hollowed-out places he carved into me.
The moment ended long ago, but survival didn’t. I live in the after, piecing myself together with quiet, shaking hands.
Some days, he is a shadow looming over everything but those days are less, now.
Some days, he is only a cloud in the distance. Some days, I remember that there is sunlight, breaking through despite it all.
Healing is not forgetting. Healing is reclaiming. It is building a life where my laughter carries louder than his memory, where I thrive in spaces he can no longer reach.
And maybe I am doing better than I thought.
