No longer in my heart, I mean you, Oh yes, you. There was a time Your name lived softly within me, echoing in places I thought they were meant to last. It felt real then, It felt certain, like something written beyond doubt. But time has a way of revealing truth without asking permission. What we had has reached its end. Not in chaos, not in fire, but in quiet understanding. Our destinies walk different roads now. No matter how we tried to meet halfway, something unseen always pulled us apart. Nothing aligns when we speak. Words fall out of place, meanings get lost, and silence fills the space where the connection once tried to live. Our souls, They do not match. Not in rhythm, not in purpose, not in the language They were meant to share. It is not going to work. It tried, in moments, in effort, in hope. But some things, no matter how much they are held, They are not meant to stay. So now, I release you from the space you once had in me. No longer in my heart, not with anger, not with ...
When they return,
do not mistake the echo for devotion.
It is not your soul they seek.
It is the harvest they once abandoned.
Their footsteps do not carry love;
They carry appetite.
Absence did not awaken tenderness in them.
It merely revealed how much they lost access to.
Do not romanticize the knock upon your door.
It is not long-bending in humility;
It is a desire retracing its map
to reclaim what once fed it.
If love had lived in them,
It would not have departed so easily.
Love does not loosen its grip
only to tighten it when it's convenient.
Understand this:
Their return is a strategy, not a confession.
It is ambition clothed as remorse,
hunger disguised as affection.
Close the door, not with anger,
but with clarity.
Seal it with self-respect.
Sweep the threshold of their shadows.
What once walked away
has already proven its loyalty to departure.
Clear the path.
Let the dust of manipulation settle into memory.
Make space where sincerity can breathe.
For one day,
a presence unburdened by agenda
will approach that same entrance,
not to extract,
not to consume,
but to dwell.
And when that knock arrives,
Your spirit will not tremble in confusion.
It will recognize peace
as something that does not leave
and return only when in need.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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