I don't know the exact moment we lost each other.
Maybe it wasn't a moment at all.
Maybe it was a slow erosion.
One day
One choice
One silence at a time.
But I do know this…we stopped showing up for each other.
We stopped trying.
And by the time we noticed,
there was nothing left to fight for.
The description of a slow erosion happening one silence at a time is very poignant.
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I write a weekly serial and I also regularly write poetry about womanhood occasionally weaved with mythology 🖤
https://perhapsitspersephone.substack.com/p/to-isla-begin-here-a71?r=8y1h8