People don’t leave
all at once.
They fade—
like dusk stealing daylight,
quiet as autumn stealing green.
One day,
you laugh over coffee.
The next,
their silence grows roots in your inbox.
It’s not always cruel.
Sometimes, it’s just
life—
unbraiding your paths
like threads in an old sweater.
And you’ll check their page
at 2 a.m.,
searching for proof
they remember you
as more than a chapter
they outgrew.
But let me tell you something.
People leave like seasons.
And sometimes,
you’re the summer
they had to survive
to finally feel whole in winter.
It doesn’t mean you weren’t radiant.
It just means
you were the sun
and they didn’t know
how to stay warm
without burning.
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MD RUMAN HOSSAIN
Master's in Disaster & Human Security Management. I write about climate resilience, crisis response, and human rights—exploring how communities adapt, survive, and rebuild in a changing world.
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Wonderful
Beautifully written!