Aftermath

It wasn’t the moment you walked away

It was the silence that followed each day

The space where your voice used to be

Echoed louder than your memory

I cried in corners, cleaned the mess

Deleted pictures, but not the rest

Some things don’t leave with a slam of a door

They live in the coffee mugs, the hardwood floor

But heartbreak doesn’t end in flames

It lingers in the quiet — and slowly, it changes

This is the aftermath, the in-between

Where I’m not broken, but I’m not quite clean

Where I learn to breathe without holding back

And build something new from every crack

I’m not the same, but I’m still here

And I’m softer now, but still sincere

This isn’t the fall — it’s the stand

This is healing with trembling hands

I started sleeping on my own side

Left the lamp on less at night

I danced alone in my old T-shirt

And it felt like freedom instead of hurt

I walked by places we used to go

And didn’t flinch — just let it flow

Not every scar needs to be erased

Some become maps that help me escape

I used to think closure came from you

But I’m finding now it lives in truth

This is the aftermath, the slow repair

Where the light feels fragile but it’s there

Where I don’t need answers to move ahead

Just a sunrise and a softer bed

I’m not the same, but I’m still whole

With patched-up cracks and a braver soul

This isn’t the fall — it’s the stand

This is healing with trembling hands

I forgave myself for all the blame

For the nights I wore your name like shame

And now I hold my own heart close

Like something rare, like something I chose

This is the aftermath — not the end

It’s the part where I become my friend

Where I walk through fire and learn to sing

With ash in my lungs but a golden ring

I’m not the same, but I’m more me

And that’s the kind of free I need to be

This isn’t the fall — it’s the stand

This is healing… with open hands

Yeah… I’m healing

And I’m finally starting to land.