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 ...
Once, love lived softly in this home, now every wall remembers raised voices. Peace packed its bags long ago, leaving echoes of arguments in its place. He comes and goes like changing weather, storms in, vanishes, returns unannounced. Each time he leaves, something breaks; Each time he returns, nothing is repaired. She waits with anger clenched in her chest, a fire she cannot release, words swallowed, tears uncounted, smiles worn thin by exhaustion. Being his wife feels heavier each day, a title stitched with disappointment. Her heart no longer dances at his name, it only braces for the next wound. She is tired of forgiving cycles, tired of loving alone in a shared life. Happiness no longer recognizes her, and home no longer feels like shelter. In silence, she begins to understand— love should not hurt this loudly. She left without saying a word to him. © 2026 Gloria Penelope