30 August 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2845: my second worst relationship

It was not a furious fight, it was not thunder.

But a silent shadow taking the light,

A promise left unfulfilled, a fading smile.

Love that died while silence wept.

The days became heavy, the nights long,

Love got feeble where once it was mighty.

Care turned into duty, laughter almost faded.

A hollow echo of what had been.

I grabbed on tight, hoping for change.

Still everything consistent seemed remote and odd,

And in that mirror of fractured trust,

I came to understand that love has to be greater than dust.

That was a chapter both bittersweet and honest.

A teacher, a scarred, unsettling view,

For though it hurt, it defined my name,

Moreover, I will not tread that path the same.