Whispers of Struggle

It’s the empty seat at the table now,
And the way no one remembers how.
It’s hearing a name, but not the voice,
Like life moved on without a choice.

It’s the texts unwritten, the ones unsent,
The endless nights are quiet spent.
It’s holding back tears when someone asks,
Pretending it’s fine from behind a mask.

It’s all the words that stay unspoken,
The moments lost, the bonds left broken.
It’s the ache too deep for words to show,
And all the ways that love can go.