Every time you turn away,
you lose a piece you’ll never replace.
Not because I’m perfect,
but because my heart was real in your space.
I showed up with honesty,
with loyalty you could trust.
I carried conversations,
while your silence gathered dust.
You ignored the care I offered,
the way I listened without pride.
You overlooked the person
who would’ve stayed right by your side.
One day the quiet will echo,
and you’ll notice what is gone.
Not every soul waits forever
after feeling unwanted for so long.
I won’t beg to be remembered,
or chase what refuses to see.
But understand this clearly—
your loss was never losing me.
It was losing someone
who truly cared deeply.
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