When Silence Speaks Louder Than Goodbye.

The door closed soft, no slam, no sound,
Just empty air where love once drowned.
No tear-streaked face, no pleading cry,
Just silence thick, and hearts run dry.

No bitter words, no final fight,
No storm to rage into the night.
Only the hush of what was known—
Two shadows drifting, now alone.

The stillness carved a deeper scar
Than any shouted words could mar.
It held the weight of things unsaid,
The echo of what once had bled.

A coffee cup left on the sill,
A jacket waiting, waiting still.
The scent of you, a fading trace,
The ghost of hands, the empty space.

We spoke in glances long before
The silence walked us out the door.
A look, a sigh, the shift of eyes—
We knew the end needs no goodbyes.

For silence bears a colder truth
Than words can ever dare to soothe.
And when you left, without a sound,
The quiet screamed—its echo drowned.

So louder than a mournful cry,
Was the silence when we said goodbye.