A different heartbreak

I have loved

friends

like lovers—

trusted them with

my soul

in the soft hours

and the dark ones too.

but no one warns you

how silence can fall

like a blade

between two hearts

that once beat

in the same rhythm.

I grieve them

like ghosts

the living kind—

the ones who walk away

without dying

and never look back.

no poems are written

for this heartbreak,

no songs played

for the friend

who became a stranger

without a war.

just me—

and the ache

of knowing

they once knew me

entirely.

and now

they don’t call.