It didn’t break all at once.It splintered, like ice underfoot,a soft crack that echoed louder than words. I saw it in the way your eyeslooked past me,like I was a windowand not the view. The silence grew teeth not out of cruelty,but out of distance we didn’t know how to name. I kept pretending we…

I held on like frost clings to glass fragile, fleeting, but desperate to stay. I wrapped my fingers around the ghost of us, as if memory can warm what time had already chilled. The past pulsed in my palms, a heartbeat I couldn’t silence, a name I whispered even when silence begged me to stop.…

If you’ve made it to the end of this series, thank you for walking through the ache, the silence, the surrender. The Art of Letting Go was born from a bond that shaped me deeply, but not romantically. It was a love that asked for nothing but presence, and in its absence, taught me everything…

There are moments in life when holding on feels like love but slowly, quietly, it begins to hurt more than it heals. The Art of Letting Go is a six-part poetic series that traces the emotional arc of release: from the grip of attachment to the quiet power of awakening. This is not a story…