Ink Stained Soul…

One of the hardest things to witness is someone leaving. Unable to hold space for you or unwilling to do so. It’s a quiet pain. Sadness that makes the smile not reach your eyes. Reasons you know nothing about but you see it all too well. An ache of what once held you. Caught between nights you felt so much and tears of it will never be the same again. You are torn between what was, what is, and what it could have been. Love with no place to go.