The Weight Between Words

There are things I never said—

not out of fear,

but out of mercy.

Because truth, when uninvited,

can wound softer hearts.

I’ve learned that silence

can hold more grace

than a thousand apologies.

There are memories I visit

like quiet churches—

just to sit in what was holy,

even if the light’s gone.

Some love doesn’t end;

it just becomes background noise,

a hum that never stops,

a ghost that’s learned to whisper gently.

And if healing ever finds me,

I hope it keeps your name.

Because forgiveness,

in its purest form,

isn’t release—

it’s remembering softly

and still wishing peace.