You’ll Miss Me When I’m Quiet

A quiet goodbye from someone who gave everything, until there was nothing left to give.

I swear, a time will come when you won’t hear from me anymore.
Not once a year. Not once a month.
Not even once a week or in passing moments.

There will be no good morning texts.
No late-night calls.
No random messages just to check in or make you smile.
You’ll look at your phone—over and over—hoping to see my name, waiting for a notification that never comes.

And in that quiet space,
you’ll start to feel the absence.
Not just the silence,
but the weight of what once was.

You’ll remember how I used to be there for you—consistently, wholeheartedly.
You’ll feel the warmth of my words that once gave you comfort,
and realize they’re not there anymore.
Not because I didn’t care,
but because I got tired of showing up where I wasn’t truly felt.

A time will come when I finally stop reaching out.
Not because I stopped loving you,
but because I finally learned to love myself more.

And maybe then,
just maybe,
you’ll understand what you had when it’s already gone.