She’s still here
but something about her feels softer now, quieter.
The strength I used to lean on… it’s shifted.
She hasn’t left, but it feels like some parts of her are slowly slipping into the background.
And maybe that’s why I find myself on the edge of tears.
Like I’m holding on while something gentle is quietly letting go.
It’s not loud. It’s not sudden.
But it lingers like a silence that wasn’t always there.